If only I truly were a man...
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The pile of firewood within the Daoist Temple glowed dimly.
Su Bei gently wiped the two swords inside the Sword Box, feeling that fresh surge of qi coursing through his body, and muttered to himself, "The sword needs nurturing."
For him, the Qingping Sword had already become second nature, but when it came to the Missing Departure, he still had much to improve in terms of control.
The myriad arts and endless transformations under heaven all stemmed from the same root principle. What countless cultivators sought was the grand immortality, the ability to never die.
