If only I were truly a man...
...
The light from the pile of firewood inside the Daoist Temple was dim and somber.
Su Bei gently wiped the two swords inside the Sword Box, feeling a brand new stream of Qi coursing through his body, and muttered to himself, "The sword needs nurturing."
For Su Bei, the Qingping Sword had already become second nature to him, but when it came to the Missing Departure, there was still much to be desired in terms of control.
In the world, myriad laws and changes never stray far from their roots, and what countless cultivators seek is that very immortality—the Great Prolonged Life.
