If only I were really a man...
...
The light from the pile of firewood within the Daoist Temple was dim and drowsy.
Gently wiping the two swords inside the Sword Box, Su Bei felt a completely new energy circulating through his body, muttering to himself, "The sword needs nurturing."
To him, the Qingping Sword had already become second nature, but when it came to the Missing Departure, there was still much to be desired in terms of control.
All myriad techniques under heaven, despite countless variations, share a common origin. What cultivators have sought since ancient times is still that grand immortality, the state of undying.
