If only I really were a man...
...
The glow of the pile of firewood inside the Daoist Temple was dim and heavy.
Gently wiping the two swords in the Sword Box, Su Bei felt a brand-new stream of energy coursing through all his meridians and muttered to himself,
"Swords need to be nurtured."
Handling the Qingping Sword had become second nature to him, but when it came to the Missing Departure, there was still much to be desired in terms of control.
The myriad laws and changes of the world never stray from their essence. Throughout history, countless cultivators have sought that which grants immortality: the great eternal life.
