Wang Manor: Nighttime Whispers

The phoenix had flown to the heavens, leaving this world behind.

To Crown Prince Wang Yuwen—and even to Consort Nalan Qiuqiu—it was nothing much.

Even the Second Prince, Wang Yu'an, could only wander alone in the imperial garden, shedding tears in secret.

The Four Great Sects and the cultivators of the world regarded this miracle as nothing more than a legend.

After all, the sight of a phoenix that had vanished for a thousand years was a cause for celebration to everyone.

Before sunset that day, Wang Furong led the Academy group back to the Academy.

A group of them sat outside the smithy, listening as Senior Brother Li Dalu told the story of Zijing and her story with Junior Brother Wang Xian.

Only today did Wang Furong learn that her second brother could embroider.

He had even embroidered a pair of mandarin ducks playing in the water for Zijing at the Academy.

The women of the Academy sighed in wonder.

They all lamented that Wang Xian had originally wished Zijing and the Second Prince a long and happy marriage, yet things had ended up like this.

From now on, the Second Prince would probably never see Zijing again.

After all, no one had ever seen a cultivator return to this world after ascending.

Wang Furong was unusually quiet, sitting off to one side without a word.

Long Jingyu couldn't help asking, "Senior Brother Dalu, do you think Wang Xian knew Zijing was a phoenix?"

Li Dalu smiled faintly. "You'll have to wait for Junior Brother to come back and ask him yourself."

Tang Tian froze, then couldn't help asking, "When will my buddy come back?"

Hearing this, Liu Yan came over too, and even Wang Haotian pricked up his ears nervously.

Looking at their expressions, Li Dalu thought for