If only I were truly a man...
...
The pile of firewood inside the Daoist Temple cast a dim, flickering glow.
With light strokes, Su Bei cleaned the two swords within the Sword Box, feeling an entirely new energy coursing through his body, and murmured to himself, "Swords need nurturing."
The Qingping Sword had become second nature to him, but he still lacked control over the Missing Departure.
Throughout the ages, the myriad laws and changes of the world remained fundamentally the same. What countless cultivators sought was the great immortality that defied death. Only cultivators who achieved minor immortality truly deserved the title of "Immortal," having begun their journey of "Achieving Dao." For Sword Cultivators, the sword nurtured the person, and the person nurtured the sword. While it wasn't as exaggerated as becoming one with their sword, those who desired to reach the end of the cultivator's path had to, at the very least, cultivate their own Sword Spirit.
