Yang Qing's eyes immediately lit up at the good news—though with him, it was hard to say whether he was more excited about not having to share his tea, or about the help with his spell.
Phantom Sleeve Water Beetle.
He formed a seal, and two translucent, almost crystalline water beetles materialized. They buzzed to life with startling energy, immediately making a break for the osmanthus cakes before Yang Qing pinned them both in place with a finger.
"Your spells have become even more uncanny," the turtle remarked, eyeing the pair as they flailed their tiny limbs and buzzed insistently, pointing between themselves and the cakes.
Yang Qing could only smile bitterly at the comment. What could he say? It was his spell, and even he was now finding it to be too strange. The two water beetles had taken to buzzing when their limbs failed them. He didn't speak water beetle, but since they were a manifestation of his spell, he could understand what they were "saying."
