If only I really were a man...
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The light from the pile of firewood in the Daoist Temple was dim. Su Bei gently wiped the two swords inside the Sword Box, feeling a wholly new energy coursing through her body, and muttered to herself, "The sword needs nourishing."
For her, the Qingping Sword had already become an extension of her own intentions, but with the Missing Departure, she still had much to learn in terms of control.
All myriad laws of the world vary greatly but never stray from their principles. Since ancient times, what countless cultivators have sought is the great secret of immortality.
Only those cultivators who have achieved the lesser state of immortality truly deserve the title "Immortal," having initially "Achieved Dao." For Sword Cultivators, while there may not be such a thing as literal unity between the sword and its master, to reach the end of the cultivator's path, one must at least nurture a Sword Spirit—a Sword Spirit of their own.
