"If only I really were a man..."
...
The pile of firewood inside the Daoist Temple cast a dim, somber glow. Gently wiping the two swords in the Sword Box, Su Bei felt a brand new flow of energy coursing through his body and murmured to himself, The sword needs nurturing.
For him, the Qingping Sword was already second nature, but when it came to Missing Departure, he still had much to improve in terms of control.
