Eventually, Axel invited Lana into a separate room.
Axel looked at Lana and spoke softly.
"Now, Lana, I'm going to give you a gift for being nominated as a candidate for the International Mystic Cultivation Competition."
Lana blinked in surprise. "A gift?"
Axel nodded. "Close your eyes."
Without questioning him further, Lana obediently closed her eyes. A few moments later, she felt Axel's finger gently press against the center of her forehead.
Immediately, a cool sensation spread throughout her entire body. It felt like a refreshing stream flowing through every vein and every corner of her soul.
The sensation was neither painful nor uncomfortable. Instead, it carried an indescribable warmth and sense of security.
When Axel finally withdrew his hand, Lana slowly opened her eyes. "What was that?"
She looked toward him, waiting for an explanation. To her surprise, Axel's expression appeared unusually serious.
