If only I were really a man...
...
The glow from the pile of firewood in the Daoist Temple was dim.
Su Bei gently wiped the two swords in his Sword Box, feeling a completely new energy circulating through his body, and murmured to himself, "Swords need nurturing."
The Qingping Sword was already second nature to him, but when it came to the Missing Departure, he still had quite a way to go in terms of control.
All the myriad laws in the world do not stray from their origins; what countless cultivators have sought since ancient times is that great longevity, immortality.
Only those cultivators who achieve minor longevity truly deserve the title "Immortal," having initially "Achieved Dao." For Sword Cultivators, the sword nurtures the person, and the person nurtures the sword. The unity of sword and human isn't as exaggerated as it sounds. However, if one wishes to reach the end of a cultivator's journey, they must, at the very least, nurture a Sword Spirit.
