Under Yun Qing and Yun Huang's simultaneous stares, Yun Jinglei felt his skin crawl. He ducked behind Yun Baojian and shook his head like a rattle-drum. "I won't touch him, I won't! Absolutely not! I was wrong, Eldest Brother!"
"Hmph. Serves you right." Having finally "returned to his ancestral roots" and confirmed he had not entered the wrong camp, Yun Baojian hugged his sword and spoke coolly, landing a precise jab at a certain Orange Hair.
His gaze swept over the splash of gold on Yun Qing's shoulder, his sword cultivator's instincts keenly detecting danger. With Yun Jinglei's sharp divine sense, he could not possibly have missed it, yet he had insisted on going over and making a nuisance of himself. Hah. That had taught him.
The "keenly perceptive" Yun Jinglei abruptly turned around. "Hey, ice-face, were you calling me an idiot in your head?"
Yun Baojian gave him a lethally "kind" smile and admitted it without hesitation. "No, I said it to your face, idiot."
"Still smarter than you, who doesn't even know which way his own front door faces!"
Yun Baojian's gaze turned icy. "Looking to die? Want to spar?"
"Then let's spar! Whoever surrenders is the other guy's grandson!" Yun Jinglei declared.
"Nothing would please me more." Yun Baojian remained perfectly composed.
With that, the two figures headed out of camp one after the other, trading curses as they went.
Yun Qing watched them with helpless amusement, shook his head, and could not be bothered to interfere. Young people had energy to burn. A little fighting would do them good; they knew their limits anyway.
His gaze lingered on Yun Jinglei's retreating back for another moment, his double pupils flickering. *After losing his memories, Jinglei actually dares to challenge Bao Jian to a spar. Hmm? His aura