If only I were really a man...
...
The light from the pile of firewood in the Daoist Temple was dim and subdued.
Feeling the fresh flow of energy coursing through his body, Su Bei gently caressed the two swords in the Sword Box and murmured, "Swords need nurturing."
The Qingping Sword was already second nature to him, but when it came to Missing Departure, he still had much to learn in terms of control.
The myriad laws of the world vary infinitely but stem from the same root; what countless cultivators have sought since ancient times is the immortality offered by the great long life.
