If only I were really a man...
「...」
The pile of firewood inside the Daoist Temple glowed with a dim, hazy light.
Su Bei gently wiped the two swords inside the Sword Box, feeling an entirely new current of energy coursing through his entire being, and murmured to himself, "The sword needs to be nurtured."
He had mastered the Qingping Sword, but his control over Missing Departure still left much to be desired.
Though the myriad techniques of the world constantly changed, their fundamental principles remained the same. What countless cultivators had sought since ancient times was the grand immortality, the escape from death itself.
