A pale blue spell light swept across.
It was as if a few invisible scissors appeared in the void, and even before Zheng Qing's academy robe hit the ground, it was transformed into uneven pieces of cloth amidst a series of crisp, dense snapping sounds. Subsequently, dozens of slender beams of light shuttled back and forth, and in an instant, wizard hats of various sizes were sewn together.
Xiao Xiao waved his hand, and those little red hats all fell into the hands of the companions.
Zheng Qing examined the finished product in his hand, seeing the stitching crookedly zigzagging across it, resembling trails left by ants. This contrasted starkly with the dazzling magic effect seen earlier.
Evidently, magic is idealistic, and knowing a spell does not ensure perfect execution.
"If we throw these to the 'Little Red Hat Elves,' it should be enough to send away those unexpected guests."
