On the bustling city street, Meng Yiran pointed at the handkerchief in Ning Rongrong's hand and snorted coldly:
"I say, shopkeeper, what do you mean by this? I clearly saw this handkerchief first, so why are you giving it to her?"
The shopkeeper was a savvy person. The pendant hanging from Ning Rongrong's belt marked her as a disciple of the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect, and coupled with her exceptional attire, it was obvious she was a high-ranking descendant of the sect.
Meng Yiran was the cherished daughter of the Longshe family and a little tyrant in Balark City—who dared to offend her?
Although the saying goes that a strong outsider can't easily suppress a local tyrant, the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect was already powerful enough. On the continent, except for the Martial Soul Hall, any faction that encountered them would give way.
It was a case of gods fighting and mortals suffering.
The shopkeeper simply played dumb and pretended not to get involved, waiting for the two of them to argue it out before collecting payment.
"Hey, hey, hey, what do you mean? I paid first." Ning Rongrong tucked the handkerchief behind her and snorted coldly.
Meng Yiran crossed her arms, sneering, "The shopkeeper didn't take your money, did she? So, why don't you hand over the item? Or are you trying to extort it?"
"No matter who you are, this is the Kingdom of Balark. Breaking the law here means punishment," Ning Rongrong said, hands on her hips. "Heh, I'm just standing here. I'm curious if the law enforcers of Balark Kingdom dare to arrest me."
This wasn't Ning Rongrong bullying others out of power.
She hadn't broken any laws. Even if she was just an ordinary villager, the law enforcement here wouldn't arrest her—let alone her, the young lady of the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect.
Among the crowd of onlookers, Ning Tianchen finally squeezed his way to the front.
Well, no need to look anymore—Ning Rongrong was right here.
Seeing her angry but proud stance, he couldn't help but laugh.
Though he didn't know the details, Ning Rongrong's fiery expression looked quite adorable in his eyes.
Ning Rongrong caught Ning Tianchen's glance from the corner of her eye and confirmed it was him after a moment's hesitation.
Before she could say anything, the crowd egging them on loudly shouted, "I bet you're all Soul Masters. Why not settle this with a soul fight?"
Meng Yiran of course didn't object. Smiling, she said, "Little sister, don't blame me for bullying you. You can pick anyone to fight on your behalf."
Ning Rongrong's face flushed red, and she snapped angrily, "I'm a support-type Soul Master!"
As things began spiraling out of control, Ning Tianchen quickly stepped forward.
These two were both precious heirs of their factions. If they actually fought, it could spark a war between the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect and the Longshe family, and many people could die.
"Rongrong, what exactly happened?"
"Tianchen brother." Ning Rongrong looked aggrieved as she stepped behind him and recounted the incident.
She didn't exaggerate, and even Meng Yiran agreed with her version.
"Little brother, so you want to stand up for this little sister? But I wonder if you have the strength to back it up." Meng Yiran laughed lightly as her snake-staff soul weapon appeared in her hand.
Ning Tianchen had no intention of fighting.
Not to mention, this was a crowded street and Balark City was Longshe family territory. Fighting here wouldn't benefit him at all.
"Miss, since you don't dispute Rongrong's story, it proves the event happened exactly as she said."
Meng Yiran nodded, "Yes, I saw this handkerchief first."
Ning Tianchen smiled faintly and looked toward the crowd.
"Everyone, when you buy something, doesn't it only belong to you after you pay for it?"
The crowd agreed, "Right, after paying, you can take the item."
With that, Ning Tianchen turned back to Meng Yiran.
"Miss, you just said you only saw this handkerchief. But Rongrong already paid the shopkeeper."
"Whether by buying rules or imperial law, this handkerchief belongs to Rongrong now. Your behavior now, isn't it extortion?"
Meng Yiran, still angry, snapped, "But the shopkeeper didn't accept her money!"
Ning Tianchen countered, "But the shopkeeper also didn't refuse to sell or return the money. So the sale was concluded, and the handkerchief belongs to Rongrong."
"If you're slow, you'll miss out—got it?"
Hearing his clever argument, Ning Rongrong gained confidence and looked Meng Yiran straight in the eye.
Ning Tianchen had the moral high ground, and the crowd agreed with his logic. Even an unwilling Meng Yiran had to swallow her pride.
Unable to endure the pointing fingers and murmurs, she snorted and left.
Ning Tianchen cupped his fist toward the crowd, "Everyone, please disperse."
"Ning Tianchen, you're really amazing! That filthy bitch was no match for you at all," Ning Rongrong said with a mischievous smile as she grabbed his arm.
Actually, she didn't care much about the handkerchief itself—she just couldn't stand the other party's arrogant attitude.
It was true that Meng Yiran saw the handkerchief first, but she deliberately picked faults with the shopkeeper to lower the price. Ning Rongrong's actions also had the meaning of standing up for the shopkeeper.
"You did well, but next time don't act like that," Ning Tianchen said helplessly.
Ning Rongrong didn't take it seriously. Seeing him arrive, especially coming to her rescue at such a critical moment, she was overjoyed.
"Tianchen brother, I really thought you wouldn't come. You made me worry for nothing all this time."
Ning Tianchen ignored her words and quickly asked, "Rongrong, did you bring all your luggage with you?"
Ning Rongrong didn't realize the seriousness of the situation and laughed as she said, "Dad always told me, if you're in a strange place and can put your things inside a soul device, you should never leave them in the room where you're staying."
She patted the soul guidance ring in her hand proudly.
Ning Tianchen asked back, "Do you know why Uncle Ning told you that?"
Ning Rongrong was confused.
Ning Tianchen explained, "Carrying everything on you makes it easy to leave at any time. Otherwise, you'd have to go back and pack, wasting precious time during an escape."
"What does that have to do with us?"
"Rongrong, don't you really know who the other party is? She is the young lady of the Longshe family. We 'humiliated' her in front of so many people just now. Do you think she might return to her family and send people to deal with us?"
Ning Rongrong didn't care, "So what if it's the Longshe family? Are they a match for the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect?"
Ning Tianchen reminded her, "Don't forget, we sneaked out. There's no sect disciple with us. If we get killed, who would the sect know did it?"
Ning Rongrong immediately realized the gravity of the situation. She hurriedly grabbed Ning Tianchen and ran toward the city outskirts.
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