Zheng Qing's head was under the bed, his butt sticking up high, like a little mountain.
Several sprites seemed to find this interesting thing amusing and, giggling, they landed on the 'little mountain' with their semi-transparent wings fluttering, hopping and tumbling about in a commotion.
This tickled the warlock a bit.
He lifted his arm and scratched it while shooing away the little fellows.
"Stop it!" he turned his head with effort, trying to scold them with an authoritative tone. The sprites scattered. Then, the warlock finally managed to focus on examining the things under the bed.
But the object was dusty, covered with grime, and given the dim light under the bed, it was hard to make it out.
After studying it for a long time and confirming it was an inanimate object, Zheng Qing finally made up his mind, twisted his body, stretched his arm as far as he could, and poked the strange thing out with a brush.
This nearly made him fall under the bed.
