If only I really were a man...
...
The light from the pile of firewood inside the Daoist Temple was dim and heavy.
With gentle strokes, Su Bei was polishing the two swords within the Sword Box, feeling a fresh surge of energy coursing through his body as he murmured to himself, "The sword needs nurturing."
The Qingping Sword had already become second nature to him, but when it came to the Missing Departure sword, his control was still lacking significantly.
All methods in the world may vary greatly, but they all adhere to fundamental principles. Since time immemorial, countless cultivators have sought that ultimate state of immortality.
