A moment later, he suddenly raised his hand.
Everyone immediately fell silent, assuming their eldest brother was about to issue some wise decree.
Instead, Yun Qing drew a Bronze Ancient Coin from his sleeve and flicked it with his thumb-
"Clink!"
The coin spun through the air, traced an elegant arc, and landed neatly in his palm.
Yun Jinglei's eyes widened. "Eldest Brother, what are you...?"
Yun Qing glanced down, put the coin away without expression, and said mildly, "Tails. Make camp."
Yun Jinglei: "???"
Yun Tianluo's folding fan paused, an odd smile flashing in his eyes. Even Yun Baojian's perpetually glacial face showed a rare crack.
"Eldest Brother," Yun Jinglei ventured, edging closer, "have you really... reached this point?"
Yun Qing did not answer. He merely waved a hand.
Yun Tianluo understood at once and turned to give the orders. The Yun Clan obeyed without hesitation, and within the time it took to drink a cup of tea, a simple yet exceedingly tasteful temporary camp had taken shape at the battlefield's edge.
There were spirit tents to block the wind, a Formation Disc to keep out dust, and even a Cloud Brocade carpet supplied exclusively by the Southern Mountain Myriad Treasures Hall, soft and comfortable, wreathed in spiritual energy.
The watching cultivators sucked in sharp breaths, and a clamor erupted. "Heavens! What sect is that? They actually dare to make camp beside the Dragon-Phoenix Battlefield?"
"Do they have a death wish? A single stray shock wave from either of those two Demon Race prodigies..."
"Shh! Are you blind? Didn't you see the cloud patterns on their sleeves?"
"Cloud patterns? What clouds?"
"The Yun Clan of the Eastern Region, foremost of the Four Ancient Clans!"
The crowd burst into an uproar.
The cultivator who had mentioned a "death wish" promptly