If only I were really a man...
「...」
The heap of firewood inside the Daoist Temple emitted a dim, heavy light.
Gently wiping the two swords within the Sword Box, Su Bei felt a brand new qi coursing through his body and murmured to himself, "The sword needs nurturing."
As for the Qingping Sword, it had already become second nature to him, but when it came to the Missing Departure, he still had much to improve in terms of control.
