Little Mirage Dragon

Purple suffused the sky light, a rooster crowed, and the nanmu square table missing one leg was propped up with blue bricks. The insect cocoon on the crossbeam remained still, its six colors flowing and shifting, wondrous beyond compare.

"Phew!"

Liang Qu let out a long, weary breath, leaned back in his chair, and kneaded his brow.

The little thing was quite stubborn.

It had taken a full day and night.

Like breaking in a hawk.

"I wonder if it'll work..."

He fixed his attention on the insect cocoon.

Among the six colors, the four lights of the seasons flickered far more frequently than Dead Wood Meeting Spring and Heavenly Water Morning Dew.

Its aloofness truly had a reason.

For now, across all the land beneath heaven, Liang Qu and General Yuan were likely the only ones who possessed Four Seasons Long Qi. If anyone else tried, no matter how many strands of Long Qi with different attributes they had, they would never discover such a use.

The world was vast, filled with wonders. From what remote nook had such a divine thing grown?

After breaking from its cocoon into a butterfly, the Time Insect ought to undergo some changes after weaving its cocoon, right? Liang Qu drew Azure Wolf, sawed off the crossbeam from which the cocoon hung beneath the table, then cut and trimmed it, measured the length, wedged it crosswise into a bamboo tube, and screwed the lid tight.

"Watch closely."

Whoosh! Awei flew down from the Mirage Worm's head, landed on the bamboo tube's lid, crawled a circle around it, and opened and closed its mouthparts.

Compared side by side, his own little one really was obedient.

Liang Qu sighed inwardly.

After thinking it over.

Silkworm cocoons took ten days to half a month to form.