The Black Cat and Yellow Fur flew side by side.
Spell-light and void shared a single hue.
Zheng Qing sat upright to one side, the colossal figure outlined by the radiance of his thoughts lowering its brows and eyes, its face full of compassion, utterly ignoring the two cats tumbling and fighting in its palm.
It merely patiently melted the iron on that falling star, little by little. The molten iron slowly wrapped around the amber, then rapidly solidified, pitch-black throughout, its surface somewhat irregular and shimmering with magical patterns that possessed the dual qualities of metal and starlight.
Outside the meteoric iron layer was a layer of ice.
This was an important measure to protect the Little White Person inside the amber from being burned to ash when the meteor fell into the Xuanhuang Small World.
Then came another layer of meteoric iron.
And so it went: iron wrapped amber, ice wrapped iron, iron then wrapped ice, layer upon layer. Before long, the falling star, originally less than ten feet tall, had grown to several hundred feet in size. Its surface had also lost the smoothness of the inner layers, becoming pitted and uneven. Slightly murky chunks of ice clung sparsely between the depressions, causing the entire falling star to give off threads of chill. From the outside, there was no trace of artificial carving at all; it seemed as though it had naturally condensed out of the void.
"—You're just going to watch my shadow get bullied?"
Another Yellow Calico Cat's shadow landed on Zheng Qing's shoulder, aggressively demanding an accounting.
Zheng Qing was still weighing what other details the falling star needed. He did not even lift his eyelids as he said in a mild tone, "...When I was little and stepped on other people's shadows, I