All eyes turned to the source of the sound.
In a corner sat a lavish, eight-bearer palanquin. The bearers themselves were eight beautiful young women. The palanquin's curtains were drawn, and the speaker clearly had no intention of revealing themself.
After a moment, someone regained their senses and said sarcastically, "Riding in a palanquin? Who does this person think they are, acting so high and mighty? Aren't they afraid of suffocating in there?"
PFFT!
A whistling sound had just rung out, and the man who spoke was already clutching his throat, his eyes wide with shock.
Ning Xuan raised an eyebrow. He had seen it clearly. The one who attacked was the woman at the very front-left of the palanquin. She was barely in her twenties, yet she was a King Realm master.
"That's Lin Xihua, the 'Flower-Cherishing' Young Master!" someone not far from Ning Xuan whispered to their companion.
