"If only I really were a man..."
...
The glow from the pile of firewood inside the Daoist Temple was dim and subdued.
As Su Bei gently wiped the two swords in the Sword Box, he felt a completely new energy circulating through his body and murmured to himself, "The sword needs nurturing."
He had become adept with the Qingping Sword, but when it came to Missing Departure, his control was still lacking.
