"If only I really were a man..."
...
The light from the pile of firewood in the Daoist Temple was dim.
Su Bei gently wiped the two swords in the Sword Box, feeling the entirely new flow of Qi within her body circulating through her bones and muscles, murmuring to herself, "The sword must be nourished."
For her, the Qingping Sword was already second nature, but she had to admit that her control over the Missing Departure was lacking.
