Qi Tian spread his palm open, within it he cradled a handful of yellow sand, and said, "Is it these grains of sand that you want?"
Glass Sand, like a dog that had seen a bone, turned into a streak of light and dived into that small handful of yellow sand. Then, the sand in Qi Tian's palm, which had been still, seemed to come to life in an instant, all moving at once. They wrapped layer by layer around Glass Sand, rotating and floating up, and soon in Qi Tian's hand, a miniature sandstorm reappeared.
Qi Tian looked at the small sandstorm and said, "Is this the only shape you can transform into? It doesn't look very nice. If you could change it slightly, make it look like the starry sky, that would be perfect."
