When he reached the green flame tree, Yang Qing glanced backward and, with a casual wave, one of the futons from the terrace was pulled over by some formless power and settled gently behind his legs as he sat down. His attention then returned to what had brought him there and created that soft pop sound.
The cocoon that had been covering Bolin's body was separating from him like an amniotic sac as it dissolved into his body, filling him with all the energy and spiritual qi it had gathered, though a good portion of it came from Yang Qing when he cast the spell.
His outer appearance in terms of size hadn't changed much, but the rainbow complexion that colored his skin had grown more prominent, especially the green portion, which had looked more brackish than green when Bolin had been brought back by Feng Xin.
