Slender white-silver threads, as thin as silk, formed in front of Yang Qing. They gravitated toward one another and combined into a ball. The way they moved and entwined was like yarn being knit.
Those silver threads released a resplendent glow that resonated with the comma-shaped glyphs above and below Yang Qing's eyes.
The temperature around him began to drop. Though it was getting slightly colder than it already was, it wasn't uncomfortable. The chill carried a gentle, refreshing coolness—one that was greatly appreciated by Haishi and Bolin, especially the former.
As a spirit beast whose affinities aligned with the water and yin elements, the environment created by Yang Qing's spell made Haishi feel as though she were in the ultimate paradise. Her body, soul, spirit, and essence all seemed to harmonize with it.
