Yun Qing turned and surveyed those behind him. Everyone from the Yun Clan silently shook their heads.
"Even the Seamless Secret Art couldn't erase someone's existence like that." Yun Jinglei was unusually serious, his voice lowered.
"Not even the Fourth Elder?" Yun Qing asked slowly.
Yun Jinglei fell silent for a moment, then shook his head. "No. To conceal yourself from every prodigy's memory, you'd have to reach that level..."
His words broke off abruptly. He stared at Yun Qing in horror, his usually unruly orange hair standing on end like a tiger cub whose tail had been stepped on, its fur bristling in an instant.
That level.
Yun Qing's double pupils darkened as he surveyed the two names still missing from the cauldron.
Fu Sanyuan. Ice Lord.
He'd known it. Whenever one cockroach appeared, there was bound to be a whole nest lurking in the shadows!
"Tch. Another old fossil painting an old cucumber green to pass it off as fresh." Yun Qing rarely sounded so bitter.
These old monsters had lived for who knew how many tens of thousands of years, yet one after another, they came to the Azure Cloud List to "blast fish in a pond." Would they ever let the young prodigies have their fun?
In his arms, Yun Huang, abruptly caught by the insult, poked his head through the gap in Yun Qing's robes. His beady eyes grew rounder as he stared at his elder brother in shock.
"Chirp?!"
Who are you insulting?!
Pointing at the mulberry tree to curse the locust tree, are you? His little wings spread slightly, his entire stance declaring, Just nod, and I'll peck you.
Yun Qing looked down and met those fiercely glaring beady eyes. He jolted.
*Oops. Forgot the one in my arms is an "old cucumber"