"Oh my, isn't that the young master of the Nangong Household?"
"I think so. Look how handsome he is."
Cheers rose from downstairs as the crowd surged, women's cries ringing out one after another. Dongfang Minghui, who had been sitting upstairs in boredom, only wandered over out of curiosity after hearing the screams outside and looked down.
"Seventh Sister, come and look."
Qian Wanyu approached the window at an elderly woman's unhurried pace, without poking her head out as nosily as Ninth Sister. Looking down from a distance, she saw a young man stepping out of a sedan chair amid the crowd, his brows sharp as swords, his eyes bright as stars, his face like fine jade. Dozens of slender, graceful women walked beside him, clearing his way with elegant steps. Each carried a flower basket and scattered pink petals into the air every few paces. In moments, the street below became a sea of flowers.
"Seventh Sister, I suddenly figured out how to practice the second form of my skill."
Weren't those flowers downstairs the pinnacle of Heavenly Maiden Scatters Flowers? If she could make flowers move without wind, drifting wherever her heart desired, what a beautiful sight that would be. But since it was a skill, it certainly had to be capable of killing without a trace.
Seeing her eyes light up, Qian Wanyu said, "Once we get back, I'll gather some petals for you to practice with."
Dongfang Minghui nodded, already completely immersed in the second stage of her skill. She had never found a suitable opportunity to practice before. It turned out Nangong Yuntian wasn't entirely useless-at least his flashy entrance had given her better inspiration.
"They're already coming up."
Dongfang Minghui jolted and saw that Li Jing had welcomed him out of his carriage and