The Wang Xian They Talked About at the Flower-Filled Pavilion

How long was the road?

Liu Xian'er didn't know. This was her first time traveling far from home with her sister.

The Southern Border didn't count, since she could get there just by boarding a sea-going ship.

It was only because the Imperial City of Jinling lived in the little girl's dreams, and because Wang Xian had told her one extra thing: once the Southern Border business was settled, he would return to Jinling.

Bai Shuang still had unfinished business, so she took Bai Xue and Song Tian and left in a carefree drift.

She had agreed to meet Liu Piaopiao at a spot in the Imperial City.

Chu Tiange didn't dare follow Liu Xian'er, so he set out alone with his wife.

Bai Zhi, Qian Feng, and the others began the journey back to the Heavenly Saint Sect.

Only Nangong Yunxiang and Jin Yuchun dutifully stayed by Liu Piaopiao's side. Together, they trudged through wind and snow toward Jinling.

Curiosity killed the cat.

With no sign of Wang Xian, the two women had nothing else to do, so they decided to go see the sights in the Imperial City.

What if Wang Xian, who was in the Southern Border, suddenly came back in spring?

The Imperial City of Jinling.

A brazier burned in a private room on the second floor of the Flower Pavilion, driving away the wind and snow outside.

A pot of wine, a few plates of food, and two women sat together.

After vanishing for several years, Long Qingmei had finally come to the Imperial City.

Flower Mantian, who had made her fortune but had to keep a low profile, had been lying low in the Flower Pavilion, quietly working as its proprietor.

In the battle at Broken Dragon Mountain, the Heavenly Dao had struck