In the hut, the flickering yellow light cast dancing shadows on the gray stone walls, the number of shadowy hands increasing.
The Little Shadow Weaver, like an elegant conductor, manipulated these shadow hands, placing the Hand of Residual Fire and the Residual Fire Touch together. Unnoticed, hundreds of nimble weaving hands had grown from its back.
Though these hands appeared chaotic, each performed its task with an orderly efficiency.
Among these dexterous hands, the Residual Fire Touch was placed on the table as basic equipment, while the Hand of Residual Fire continually spun out thread after thread...
Chen Qi leaned against the wall, listening to the 'zz-zz-zz' sound of the shadow loom, waiting for the final product to be completed.
Za-za-za!
Za-za-za-za!
Amidst countless reflections, a precise weaving progressed steadily.
It was unknown how much time had passed when the Little Shadow Weaver ceased its movements and said,
