A gentle breeze brushed over Chang'an City.
Xuan Yuanming stood obediently outside the courtyard gate.
To be honest, compared to his former days, he suddenly felt that being a lowly gatekeeper was quite nice.
Cultivators, demons, and devils in this world fought and killed their entire lives, yet in the end, all they sought was peace and stability.
Since peace and stability were the ultimate goal anyway, he could simply skip all that life-and-death nonsense.
Becoming someone's gatekeeper ahead of time—wouldn't that mean taking fewer detours?
But such peaceful days did not last many days.
After listening to the young girl's questions regarding Dao Paintings, the burly man revealed a helpless expression.
He spread his hands and said with a bitter smile, "Fairy... it is not that I am unwilling to tell you. It is simply that I do not know much about Dao Paintings either..."
Seeing that Jiang Yuechu did not respond,
Xuan Yuanming hurriedly continued, "With my talent, I may be considered outstanding in the Southern Immortal Palace, but when it comes to Dao Paintings, how could I possibly be qualified to hope for too much?"
"The best outcome would be waiting for my old father to die, then inheriting his Dao Painting..."
At this point, Xuan Yuanming's expression grew increasingly bitter. "But with that old bastard's lifespan, I am afraid he will outlive even me."
Thus, he had never even considered that he might enter the Painting Realm.
"..."
After hearing this, Jiang Yuechu was slightly disappointed.
That White Elephant really was something.
She had already patiently prepared to listen to his detailed explanation, yet halfway through, he had suddenly gotten excited and performed a live demonstration of dying on the spot... Now she had to keep investigating the matter of Dao Paintings herself.
Seeing that the