The rest of the night went just about as An Yang had expected. Time after time, Di Tou would swing, and each time, he would fail to produce an effect. If it wasn't for the fact that An Yang had added a layer of soundproofing on the broom itself, it was likely the two would have gone mad from ill-pitched tones coming from the body of the broom. Instead, Di Tou worked away in muted silence, adjusting every single time to try to fix wherever he had gone wrong and trying again.