Mo Hua's eyes lit up, as if in deep thought.
After creating the wad of cotton, Old Kui took out another bunch of cotton and processed it the same way, compressing it before twisting it into another cotton thread…
Until he had formed more than a dozen threads.
Old Kui's gaze turned cold, and his Divine Sense made a move.
The dozen or so cotton threads twisted and tangled instantly, seemingly chaotic yet rhythmically coming together, weaving into a ball of thread.
This ball of thread was the same size as the previous wad of cotton.
But the inner structure was completely different.
Old Kui looked at Mo Hua and asked, "Do you understand now?"
Mo Hua frowned and honestly said:
"I understand... a little bit..."
"No matter, remember what you've seen," he responded.
Old Kui raised his hand, and the freshly twisted ball of thread instantly vanished into ash, leaving no trace in his palm.
"The principles of complex spells often hide in the simplest, most mundane things."
