His younger brothers and sister woke one after another, and the lively atmosphere immediately returned.
Yun Jinglei had barely scrambled up before he started howling and shifting the blame. "It's all Yun Baojian's fault! You were yanking me around just now. That's what threw me off course and sent me tumbling in here."
Yun Baojian gave him a sidelong glance. "My fault?"
"Of course it's your fault!"
"Weren't you the one who bumped into me?"
The "honest Sword Cultivator" Yun Baojian looked at Yun Tianluo and quietly passed the blame along. "Stop talking nonsense. Yun Tianluo crashed into us first. That's what dragged us down."
Yun Tianluo was elegantly brushing the dust off his white robes when his hand paused.
"What?"
Yun Baojian said, "You bumped into me."
Yun Tianluo replied, "And who dragged me over there?" He raised his eyes and scanned the others.
They shoved the blame back and forth, joking and grumbling at one another until the commotion was in full swing.
Yun Li quietly took half a step back, trying to wash his hands of the matter. "I was standing on the very outside. This had nothing to do with me. If Eldest Brother hadn't activated the formation..."
He paused.
Yun Poxiao, who had been crouching nearby studying why a chunk of his sleeve was missing, suddenly looked up. Scratching his head, he pointed out the heart of the matter with utter simplicity.
"Then shouldn't we blame Eldest Brother?"
His expression was sincere. "I was standing the farthest away, perfectly steady. Eldest Brother strung all of us together in the formation, so pulling one meant pulling everyone. That's why we all tumbled in together."
Yun Qing smiled. "?"
Silence instantly fell.
Everyone turned in unison toward the utterly guileless Yun Poxiao, their eyes all saying the