Her Highness Requests Your Presence!

He had not expected to be healed here. If his arm had only just been severed, Princess Anya could have restored it even if it had been blown to dust.

But it had been days since he lost it. Normally, only an Eighth-Rank Grandmaster could restore an arm after so long.

Yet Anya's gaze fell on his empty right shoulder, and she raised her hand again without hesitation.

This time, the emerald light shone brighter. The phantom branch it formed looked almost solid, like a living bough.

Light enveloped Xue Ye's severed arm and the wound. Threads of green energy worked their way deep into his flesh and bone like deft weavers.

Xue Ye felt warmth and a tingling itch at the stump, as though something deep within it was waking and growing.

Then, before the stunned eyes of every prodigy in the camp, a marvel unfolded. Amid the interwoven green light, Xue Ye's bones, blood vessels, and muscles joined together at an unimaginable speed!

In less time than it took to drink a cup of tea, the light faded.

Xue Ye raised his newly grown arm in disbelief. He flexed his fingers, clenched his fist, and felt its undeniable strength and sensation. He stood rooted to the spot, stunned.

"How... how is this possible?!"

"She healed my injury so effortlessly... Could Princess Anya have broken through to... the Eighth-Rank Grandmaster realm?!"

Xue Ye was not alone. Every elf who witnessed it froze, then broke into looks of disbelieving joy!

They had all realized what it meant!

"Her Highness! She's reached the Eighth Rank!"

"The heavens favor our clan! Princess Anya has crossed the Seventh-Rank Heavenly Moat and become an Eighth-Rank Grandmaster at such a young age!"

"Princess Anya truly is the Elf Clan's most outstanding Princess in a century!"