Chapter 61 The Sword Quest

At dawn, Ling Yunpo rose from bed and took up a broom to start sweeping outside.

Shushan enjoyed a pleasant climate, but when autumn and winter came, the cold winds from the north would blow, and the leaves still fell in rustling heaps, truly "a pile-up of yellow flowers on the ground."

To deal with the accumulated fallen leaves, using Daoist magic was naturally the most convenient method.

The reason why Ling Yunpo chose to sweep by himself was simple:

Boredom.

This world hardly had any forms of entertainment. There were neither cell phones, TVs, nor computers, and neither was there an information-bombarding internet.

Even the storytelling and opera, much beloved by officials and nobles, seemed lackluster to Ling Yunpo.

After all, he had seen the world before crossing over; what splendid cultural works hadn't he seen?

Only the gentle and adorable An Zhisu, Senior Sister An, who was indulgent and protective, was one of the few brilliant colors in life.