"Ha—"
Following the cool breeze, Qing Shui yawned softly.
Guarding the gate was an extremely boring task, just as insipid as Qing Shui's Daoist name suggested. But for Qing Shui, guarding the gate was actually...
How should one put it? An extremely unfortunate task?
Anyway, Qing Shui felt that every time it was his turn to guard the gate, troublesome and unlucky events would come his way.
Years ago, when Daoist Xuanfeng returned with the body of that junior brother, Qing Shui was manning the gate. When Elder Brother Qingxu came back severely injured, it was Qing Shui at the gate.
The last time Elder Brother Qingxu and his group left, Qing Shui was on gate duty.
When Master Xuanming returned to the mountain with the gravely injured Xuan Yun, it was still Qing Shui on gate duty.
