Frost Bloom Palm

The old man slid a key across the counter without a word, and Victor took it before climbing the narrow wooden stairs up to the second floor.

His room was modest—just a bed, a bamboo table, a cultivation mat, and a spirit lantern hanging from the ceiling that cast a cool glow across the room.

He closed the door behind him and sat on the mat, crossed legged.

Now that he finally had a moment of peace, there was only one thing on his mind.

The White Dragon's Legacy.

Victor inhaled deeply, then opened his system interface.

[Legacy Absorbed: White Dragon of the Northern Heavens]

Status: Locked – Initial Techniques Unavailable

Begin unlocking?

[YES] / [NO]

Victor didn't hesitate.

[YES]

The world blurred.

In an instant, his surroundings faded.