Ao Zhan raised an eyebrow, watching Yun Qing with a half-smile. "Where are these people you mentioned? Where are they? Why do I only see a few leaves?"
The smile remained on Yun Qing's face, but the warmth vanished from his eyes. "Their memories haven't returned. It's only natural for them to be wary."
Seeing this, Yun Shuanghua timidly tugged Ao Zhan's sleeve and whispered, "D-don't ask anymore..."
Ao Zhan raised an eyebrow. "Why can't I ask? They're not here, are they?"
Yun Shuanghua didn't dare explain, but he had a vague feeling that if Ao Zhan kept asking, the man in red might lose his temper.
Yun Qing carried himself with extraordinary dignity, his back straight as a pine.
But only he knew that this "pine" was currently being hacked away at, axe stroke after axe stroke, by a pack of unreliable younger siblings. He was close to buckling.
But it was fine. He was Eldest Brother. He could bear it.
Yun Qing looked up at the sky, his gaze distant, as though questioning the heavens.
I, Yun Qing, have worked conscientiously as Eldest Brother and diligently looked after my younger siblings. Why do I always end up with this lot?
Those who ran away, those who defected from the family, those who helped outsiders beat up their own... each was more troublesome than the last.
"No matter." Yun Qing smiled dangerously.
"They went ahead to the Heavenly Origin Platform. Once they're there, their seals will lift and their memories will return. They'll naturally come back."
His words were calm, but Yun Jinglei couldn't help hearing the grinding of teeth behind them.
And so the bizarre procession continued on its way.
Yun Qing walked at the front, holding up a dragon prodigy and a phoenix prodigy, one in each