Yun Baojian fell silent for a long moment, then suddenly said coldly, "Quiet down. You're noisy."
That single sentence nearly made Yun Jinglei explode in the tree again.
Yun Qing stifled a laugh.
By comparison, things were much gentler over by Yun Li and Yun Yao. Yun Qing had deliberately chosen the thickest branch and hung the two side by side in a string.
Yun Li's expression was somber as he tried to force himself into meditation amid the humiliation of dangling in midair. His guiding principle was, "As long as I don't react, I'm not the one losing face."
Had anyone else dared hang him up like this, his ferocious souls would have torn them apart long ago. But the one who had hung him up was Eldest Brother, so he could only swallow his indignation and struggle to twist his tall, straight body, trying to shield Yun Yao beside him from the mountain winds up high.
The lily of the valley at Yun Yao's wrist swayed gently. Seeing Yun Li braced as though facing a formidable enemy, she lost most of her embarrassment and could not help lowering her head with a soft smile.
A little farther to the right, Yun Ruyi hung in a decidedly festive fashion.
Several strands of spiritual vine like golden threads held her securely on a sunlit branch. Her pale-yellow skirts gathered like a flower bud, and the pearls and jade in her hair caught the sunlight as she swayed. She truly resembled a little lucky pouch hanging from the tree. Whenever the wind blew, tiny flecks of spiritual radiance scattered around her, brimming with auspicious energy-a lovely sight indeed.
She looked as though she were sitting on a swing. Not only had she suffered no discomfort whatsoever, she even swung her lower