"If only I really were a man..."
...
The stack of firewood within the Daoist Temple glowed dimly.
With gentle strokes, Su Bei was cleaning the two swords inside the Sword Box, feeling a brand-new stream of Qi coursing through all the meridians in her body, and she muttered to herself, "The sword needs cultivation."
The Qingping Sword had already become second nature to her, but controlling the Missing Departure remained somewhat deficient.
