Planting A Transformer

After that, Jiang He returned to the Martial Arts Department (MAD), and headed straight to the old man's weapons workshop.

He was squatting around and puffing a cigarette.

When he saw Jiang He enter, he smiled, baring his rows of big, yellow teeth. "Your blade's done. Take a look to see if you're satisfied."

He reached out with his hands and scooped out something from a nearby water tank, drawing out a golden dragon-slaying blade that had yet to fully cool.

"I didn't control the temperature too well," the old man added, rather embarrassed. "That's why the hue is a little bit different from the image you showed."

It certainly was.

In Jiang He's image, the dragon-slaying blade was dull golden in color, whereas this was different.