"If only I were truly a man..."
...
The light from the pile of firewood in the Daoist Temple was dim.
Su Bei gently wiped the two swords in the Sword Box, feeling the entirely new inner strength coursing through his body, and muttered to himself, "The sword needs nourishing."
To him, the Qingping Sword had already become second nature, but when it came to the Missing Departure, his control was still lacking.
Though the myriad methods under heaven constantly change, they never deviate from their core principle. What countless cultivators have sought since ancient times remains that great state of eternal life, the one that allows them to escape death.
