If I were truly a man...
The light from the pile of firewood in the Daoist Temple was dim and subdued.
Su Bei gently wiped the two swords in the Sword Box. Feeling a brand-new surge of energy coursing through her body, she muttered to herself, "The sword needs nurturing."
The Qingping Sword was already like an extension of her arm, but her control over Missing Departure was still significantly lacking.
Though myriad laws and changes abounded in the world, what countless cultivators sought was still that great eternal life which could grant immortality. Only cultivators who achieved a minor eternal life truly deserved the title of 'Immortal,' having taken their first steps on the path to 'Achieving Dao.' For Sword Cultivators, the sword nurtured the person, and the person nurtured the sword. While not as exaggerated as actually becoming one with the sword, to reach the apex of cultivation, one had to at least nurture a Sword Spirit.
A Sword Spirit of one's very own.
