If only I really were a man...
「...」
The light of the firewood within the Daoist Temple was dim and murky. Su Bei gently wiped the two swords inside the Sword Box, feeling the brand-new energy coursing through his body, and murmured to himself, "The sword needs nurturing."
For him, the Qingping Sword had become second nature, but when it came to the Missing Departure, he still had much to learn in terms of control.
