Having had his fill of admiring its design and his success in creating it, Yang Qing stretched out his hand once more. The cerulean moth took that as its cue to fly off—and judging by the speed and eagerness with which it departed, it seemed it could hardly wait, having only endured Yang Qing's examination out of filial piety to its creator.
Wenling, whose eyes had not left the moth since it appeared, looked ready to chase after it. The only thing holding her back was the faint reasoning that reminded her the moth wasn't real—or perhaps the realization that, even if she did give chase, she wouldn't be able to catch up given its speed.
Haishi was fast herself, but the moth was faster still, vanishing from sight within seconds of being released.
