Candles were lit in the room.
Under the dim yellow light, Song Chengan was stitching something together, one stitch at a time.
After a long while.
A smile appeared on Song Chengan's face.
On the table before him lay a set of azure Daoist robes.
Song Chengan picked up the robes.
But the smile on his face immediately faded somewhat.
Because the craftsmanship of those robes was truly awful.
Whether the clumsy stitches or the design.
It looked like the work of an apprentice in a tailor shop.
Or perhaps even worse.
This set of Daoist robes was simply too ugly.
But Song Chengan did not mind.
This was the Golden Cicada Sheds Its Shell Technique.
People tended to imagine that all spells appeared from thin air—forming a hand seal, chanting an incantation, and the spell would manifest out of nowhere.
But in truth, many spells required the aid of external objects to be cast.
The Golden Cicada Sheds Its Shell Technique was one such example.
It required a Dharma robe before it could be used.
What Song Chengan needed to do now was make a Dharma robe.
The little Phantom Body had already comprehended the Golden Cicada Sheds Its Shell Technique yesterday, so Song Chengan naturally put the matter of crafting a Dharma robe at the top of his agenda.
So yesterday, he had gone to a tailor shop and bought some fine cloth.
However, these Daoist robes could not yet be considered a Dharma robe. At most, they were ordinary clothing.
Two more steps remained.
Song Chengan took out some cinnabar, then bit his finger and dripped a drop of blood into it.
He then turned the robes inside out and began drawing talismans.
Golden Cicada Sheds Its Shell was not merely a technique for evasion.
It also