If I were really a man, that would be great…
The light from the pile of firewood within the Daoist Temple was dim and dull.
Su Bei gently wiped the two swords within the Sword Box. Feeling a brand new stream of Qi flowing throughout his entire being, he murmured to himself, "The sword needs to be nurtured."
To him, the Qingping Sword was already an extension of his arm, but when it came to the Missing Departure, his control was still somewhat lacking.
All the myriad laws of the world follow the same principle—what numerous cultivators have sought after since ancient times is immortality, the great longevity.
