This is... another mutation?
Without a second thought, there was only one possibility left: the ice silkworms, raised in the ranch space, had mutated again. What were originally ice silkworms formed cocoons that turned into fire cocoons.
But for her, fire silkworm silk was even more important than ice silkworm silk. It would be perfect for making a set of fire silkworm clothing for her beloved Brother Molian. Such an outfit would be even more effective, better able to suppress the poison in his body and prevent it from flaring up.
"It seems that this batch of silkworms has all produced fire cocoons."
Looking at the ground covered with fire cocoons, densely packed, there was certainly enough to make a complete set of clothes, maybe even enough for something extra.
"Sang'er, what are you doing?"
Not far away, Sui Zimo had just finished practicing a set of sword techniques. Seeing his little girl crouching on the ground without moving, he walked over.