The sound of a broom sweeping lightly across the ground rang out, along with the crinkling of some leaves being swept. No matter how great the vitality of a tree, no matter how long it could live without changing, its leaves would still be constantly replaced.

If more leaves were growing, then more leaves had to fall. It was a cycle that went around and around. Perhaps this was also another kind of interpretation of life.

The sound of the devils and screams of slaughter were loud, but the sweeping elder didn’t seem to hear them. He was focused entirely on sweeping. It seemed that even if the heavens were to collapse, it wouldn’t hinder his sweeping.

“Senior…”

Bai Letian arrived and bowed respectfully to the sweeping elder.

“What is it? What problem have you encountered?” The elder still had his head...