Feng Wu's words fell into the great hall, their echoes rippling outward like rings across water. Leng Yaozhu and Leng Yulai both fell silent for several seconds, unsure how to respond.
A heavy past that had clearly been contemplated for a long time had suddenly been laid down so lightly, making those who heard it feel that they should not speak carelessly.
Xiao Cheng, however, added, "But since some remnant of you still remains, Senior, I imagine there must still be something you wish to do, or someone you wish to wait for."
Feng Wu glanced at him, her gaze carrying a hint of deeper meaning.
"Correct." She spoke slowly, her phantom descending slightly from above as she swept her gaze over the three of them. "I truly have been waiting for someone—waiting for someone with Phoenix Bloodline to come. Let us discuss proper matters."
She turned around. More precisely, her phantom body shifted slightly toward Leng Yaozhu and Leng Yulai.
"You two, descendants with Phoenix Bloodline. Come forward."
Leng Yaozhu and Leng Yulai exchanged a glance and stepped forward several paces. Feng Wu was only a little over ten feet away from them. At close range, the translucent phantom became clearer—fine feather patterns showed through the golden-red radiance. Some parts resembled scales, while others looked like threads of light condensed from flame, their boundaries blurred by the passage of too much time.
Feng Wu looked at Leng Yaozhu. "You first."
Leng Yaozhu was slightly startled. "What would Senior have me do?"
"I will grant you the inheritance of the Phoenix Kin." Feng Wu's voice was calm. "Surely you did not think I left this inheritance space here for tens of thousands of years just to chat with you?"
She raised one phantom wing. A golden-red point of light condensed