Despite wanting to curse out loud, Liu Zixuan found himself having to lower his head while under the eaves, forced to endure silently.
Usually, Liu Zixuan hardly ever did cleaning tasks, and being suddenly handed a broom to sweep felt not only like using a talented person to do a menial task, but also nothing like the sweeping monk!
Watching him act like that, Elder Qing pointed to the side, "You all claim to be Sword Dao geniuses, yet cannot even hold a broom properly."
"Why can't I hold it properly?" Liu Zixuan asked, annoyed.
"If you can hold it properly, why is there still dust where you swept?"
Liu Zixuan frowned and looked closely, "People say the elderly are dim-eyed. But I say, Elder Qing, your eyes are definitely not dim."
"Dim-eyed but not dim-hearted," Elder Qing chuckled, meaningfully.
Liu Zixuan's mouth twitched a few times, wanting to say something, but seeing Elder Qing's senile appearance, he swallowed his words.
