If only I were really a man...
...
The light from the pile of firewood inside the Daoist Temple was dim and heavy.
Su Bei gently wiped the two swords in the Sword Box, feeling the new flow of energy coursing through every part of his body, and murmured,
"Swords need to be nourished."
To him, the Qingping Sword had already become second nature, but when it came to Missing Departure, his control over it still lacked a great deal.
All techniques may vary, but they don't deviate from the fundamental principle. Since ancient times, countless cultivators have sought the same thing: the great immortality that could prevent death itself.
