If only I were truly a man...
The pile of firewood in the Daoist Temple emitted a dim, drowsy light.
Su Bei gently wiped the two swords in the Sword Box, feeling the fresh circulation of qi within his body filling his entire frame, and murmured to himself, "A sword needs nurturing."
He had already mastered the Qingping Sword, but when it came to the Missing Departure, his control was still lacking.
Throughout the ages, countless cultivators sought the ultimate secret: the great art of immortality. Only a cultivator who achieved Lesser Immortality truly deserved the title "Immortal," having initially "Achieved Dao." For a Sword Cultivator, the sword nurtures the person, and the person nurtures the sword. Although it wasn't as exaggerated as becoming one with the sword, if one wanted to reach the end of the cultivator's path, they had to, at the very least, nurture their own Sword Spirit.
Their own Sword Spirit.
