Yun Qing shook his head with a chuckle. "The way fate brings people together in this world truly is remarkable."
After the Cloud Summit Tournament, before the wound on his neck had fully healed, Yun Poxiao had dragged himself over to see him. Scratching his head, looking embarrassed yet somehow not embarrassed at all, he had bluntly asked for two autographs, saying, "One for my little brother, and one for myself." Yun Qing had thought him quite an amusing young fellow at the time.
"So," Yun Qing said, looking at Yun Li, "who was this 'little brother' he mentioned?"
"Yun Poshi. We all call him Little Stone. He's Poxiao's youngest brother, and he just turned ten this year. He admires you greatly too, Eldest Brother." Thinking of that sturdy little tyke, who had howled with excitement upon hearing that his brother had gotten the autographs, Yun Li could not help chuckling either.
That child from Desolate City who ran on instinct!
Good heavens, Yun Qing thought. So there's a whole nest of them running on instinct. No wonder I only saw one of Yun Lie's little grandsons last time. Yun Poxiao and his father were probably preparing for the Cloud Summit Tournament.
With that, the Desolate City branch gained considerably more weight in his mind. They had a pillar like Yun Lie, an exceptional young talent like Yun Poxiao who was already making his mark, and promising seedlings for the future. More importantly, this branch seemed to possess loyalty and courage. At least in the short term, he would not have to worry about them following in the former Twelfth Elder's footsteps.
"I'll give your proposal serious consideration." Yun Qing placed a black stone, leaving the white stones on the board teetering on the brink. "The Desolate City branch certainly