Looking at the broom, Di Tou couldn't help but rub his eyes. During the crafting process it had looked incredibly imposing and mystical, how come once it was done it became so… ordinary looking?
There was no need to discuss the golden pole that had become bronze, as through the vines and moss, it couldn't be seen at all, and if Di Tou hadn't seen it getting covered, he wouldn't have believed there was a pole at all due to the pattern in which the vines were wrapped around one another creating the illusion that the vines were all that was there. Speaking of the vines, they, too, had shifted from a somewhat vibrant green to a dull greenish-brown that looked like the natural wilt of fresh vines becoming dry, giving the broom a somewhat aged appearance.
