The blanket was folded neatly like a perfect square, with all the little fuzzy balls removed, even the fraying threads at the edges were cut off by "scissors" formed by telekinesis. The dust on the floor, the clutter in the corners, the crumbs on the desk... When Shen Hao first obtained telekinesis, he could barely grasp a pillow without it shaking. But now, he could do these fine tasks solely with the use of telekinesis. Even transform it into daggers, scissors, spikes... It was as if he had practiced for countless years, turning it into an instinct.