Yun Huang: "..."
Threatened with being "stewed into soup," a certain Immortal Emperor gazed wordlessly at the heavens in his heart.
"Rebellion, rebellion! This is rebellion." The little bastard was climbing up his nose to trample all over his face.
Yet, seeing the familiar light flicker back to life in Yun Qing's eyes, Yun Huang felt something stir within him.
"Very well."
He yielded silently. It was hardly the first time, anyway.
And so, Yun Qing watched that fluffy golden ball of fur lift his chin proudly. Round as this incarnation manifested from Yun Huang's Divine Soul was, he still possessed an unquestionable air of regal disdain.
He gazed quietly back at Yun Qing, his little obsidian-black eyes seemingly reflecting the Star River of Ten Thousand Ages.
At the same time, a calm, low, mellow voice fell gently into Yun Qing's ears:
"Big brother, are you still upset?"
Yun Qing froze slightly. That address, seemingly more intimate than "elder brother," struck the softest place in his heart.
Before Yun Qing could answer, Yun Huang shifted and rubbed his soft, warm little head against Yun Qing's cheek, ever so lightly and slowly.
Even such an intimate, comforting gesture carried an innate elegance when he performed it, without the slightest hint of childishness.
"I know why you are hurting. It is not because of the tempering winds and frost. That is a road people like you and me are destined to tread." Yun Huang paused, as though weighing his words.
"I was a little too hasty." For once, he admitted his own "fault."
"But in this vast world, this boundless universe, the Heavenly Dao treats all living beings as straw dogs, and the strong use the weak as fodder. Even family and dear friends may be forced apart by their allegiances, opportunities,