As Ning Xuehe approached the Silver Bowl Tower, the crowd held their breath. Someone cried out, "Listen everyone! I saw it with my own eyes, Ning Xuehe snatched the embroidered ball from that man's hand! He cheated, so don't hold back, snatch it from him!"
The nobles had their bodyguards make their move. Ning Xuehe, holding the embroidered ball, had no intention of letting go and tucked it into his chest.
Their bodyguards clashed with Ning Xuehe's, and the scene immediately descended into chaos.
On the railings of the Silver Bowl Tower, Hua Ruxian and Hua Ruhua watched. Hua Ruhua said, "Sister, these people are too terrifying. They actually broke our rules and started fighting over the red embroidered ball?"
Hua Ruxian's brows twitched. "Damn it, Chen Ming!"
Chen Ming appeared before Hua Ruxian in a flash. "Young Lady."
Hua Ruxian said, "Go and stop them."
"Yes!"
Chen Ming materialized instantly, hovering above everyone, and shouted, "Stop!"
Everyone was stunned by the aura of a fifth-level Divine Power realm cultivator and immediately halted their actions.
Seeing the situation, Ning Xuehe quickly ran behind Chen Ming with the embroidered ball, a smug look on his face.
Chen Ming declared, "Whoever dares to cause trouble again, do not blame me for my rudeness!"
Yin Fu, unable to stand it, followed. "My brother got this embroidered ball first!"
Ning Xuehe's expression shifted. "Yin Fu? Why aren't you at home refining pills? What are you doing out here? Go back."
Yin Fu called out to those below, "Brother Ming Zhitian!"
Ming Zhitian said, "Never mind, it's not important."
Chen Ming's brow furrowed. "What exactly happened?"
Ning Xuehe quickly fabricated a lie. "Oh, it's nothing much, just some old private grievances."
Chen Ming's demeanor towards Yin Fu turned unfriendly. "If it's a private matter, it should be resolved privately, not by causing a scene at the Hua family's grand event today. Go down. If you dare to cause trouble again and disrespect my future son-in-law, do not blame me for showing no mercy."
Yin Fu felt stifled but swallowed his frustration, returning to Ming Zhitian's side and voicing his indignation.
Ming Zhitian comforted him, "Calm down. Fate is a strange thing. Be at ease. I'll treat you to something delicious later."
Yin Fu scoffed, "You're really carefree."
Chen Ming couldn't help but look at Ning Xuehe, who was wearing a black snail and mystic phoenix robe, and then at the large red embroidered ball in his hand. "May I ask, young sir, where are you from?"
A bodyguard stepped forward to answer first. "Our Young Master Ning Xuehe hails from Guancheng, Wanzhou."
Ning Xuehe reprimanded him. "Go down! When is it your turn to speak here?"
The bodyguard quickly replied, "Yes!" and retreated dejectedly.
Chen Ming bowed respectfully. "So you are Young Master Ning from Wanzhou. Please follow me."
Ning Xuehe, carrying the red embroidered ball, followed Chen Ming into the Silver Bowl Tower, where the Hua sisters, Shuangjin, had long been waiting.
They suppressed the burning desire in their hearts, eager to glimpse the face of their future husband.
He had arrived. Chen Ming brought Ning Xuehe forward. "Reporting to the Eldest and Second Young Ladies, the one who obtained the Flower Queen has been brought here."
Hua Ruxian waved her hand. "You may go."
"Yes!"
The Hua sisters, Shuangjin, scrutinized Ning Xuehe from head to toe. He was handsome and well-built, a suitable match for them. However, they sensed a hint of wickedness about him.
Ning Xuehe, in turn, was observing the two women before him. From his distant view outside the Silver Bowl Tower, they were already stunning. Now, standing so close to them, he felt they were beings only of heaven, and even celestial maidens could not compare.
Ning Xuehe spoke with emotion, "Snow's bloom, cherry's yearning, peach blossom tree, ask the heart to come."
Hua Ruxian looked puzzled. "Young sir, what are you referring to?"
Hua Ruhua listened with interest to Ning Xuehe's reply.