And people only did that when something had shifted.
On the other side of the courtyard, Fang Zhirou clapped her hands happily.
"Senior is back!"
Her thoughts were far simpler. With Wang Chen around, the atmosphere felt livelier. There would be more excitement, more stories, more opportunities to tag along somewhere interesting.
Fang Biyu, in contrast, stood quietly, but her eyes burned with renewed anticipation.
It had been days since she had received personal instruction from Wang Chen. His guidance was unlike anyone else's—direct, sharp, and strangely profound. Each word he spoke seemed casual, yet later would unfold into layers of meaning.
She found herself looking forward to what lay ahead.
Under the clear sky of the Phoenix and Dragon Dojo, subtle currents shifted.
Li Mie pondered dragons and inheritance.
Ming Yao questioned existence itself.
Zi Han reevaluated her relationship with a man she could no longer read.
