If only I were really a man...
The light from the pile of firewood inside the Daoist Temple was dim and drowsy.
Su Bei gently wiped the two swords inside the Sword Box, feeling the brand-new flow of energy circulating within his body, and murmured to himself, "The sword needs nurturing."
To him, the Qingping Sword had already become second nature, but when it came to the Missing Departure, he still lacked some control.
Millions of methods in the world vary greatly but do not stray from their origins. Since ancient times, what countless cultivators sought was the great immortality that allowed one to escape death.
