"Eldest Brother?"
Yun Tianluo paused, gently fanning himself as he followed Yun Qing's gaze. When he made out the three figures immersed in their creations, his warm eyes narrowed slightly in thought.
"Oho." Yun Tianluo breathed the word softly, his tone rising as though he were settling in for a good show.
Yun Jinglei scratched his conspicuous orange hair, utterly baffled. "Eldest Brother? What's wrong? Aren't those just three... uh, people painting and playing music? What's wrong with that?"
Yun Baojian said nothing, merely looking at Yun Jinglei with a inscrutable air of "figure it out yourself." His spiritual senses told him that Eldest Brother was about to start "collecting people" again.
Yun Qing offered no explanation. He simply stepped toward the three.
Yun Jinglei froze for a moment, then understood at once. He poked Yun Baojian beside him and asked, "More of our own?"
Yun Baojian was about to answer when Yun Jinglei drawled in an exceedingly punchable tone, "Oh, I forgot. What's the use of asking someone who 'went to the wrong family's door'? You're not even as good as me-"
"Yun. Jing. Lei!"
Yun Baojian drew his longsword a few inches from its sheath. Sword Qi spread like frost, cold spilling in all directions!
"Heeheehee." Yun Jinglei sprang three feet into the air and instantly darted thirty feet away, yet still remembered to look back and taunt him.
Yun Baojian's face turned livid, veins bulging on his sword hand. Just before the two could launch into an all-out brawl-
"Snap."
A folding fan slid leisurely between them.
Yun Tianluo lifted his fan, turned, and said with a beaming smile, "My dear younger brothers, I suggest you refrain from giving Eldest Brother any trouble for now."
His smile was warm. He pointed his fan toward Yun Qing, his