Well-dressed blue sprites flew back and forth over the heads of the young wizards, each carrying a large wide-mouth jar.
The jars were filled with deeply colorful fruit juices and liquors.
Compared to the ordinary green sprites seen in markets, these blue creatures were evidently stronger and smarter. They chirped joyfully, refilling the Burgundy cups that the young wizards had emptied, and occasionally dodged greedy firefly gazes with graceful arcs.
For these insects who crave high-energy juices, fruit juice was an unparalleled treat.
"Sorry, I don't need any for now, thank you!" Zheng Qing squeezed through the crowd while trying awkwardly to avoid one passionately hospitable blue sprite.
Maybe it's because he had once received the blessing of the sprites, or maybe it was just because a particular blue sprite possessed a stronger sense of responsibility and dedication.
