If only I were really a man...
...
The light from the pile of firewood in the Daoist Temple was dim and heavy.
Gently wiping the two swords inside the Sword Box, Su Bei felt a completely new flow of Qi coursing through his body and muttered to himself, "A sword needs to be nurtured."
The Qingping Sword was already second nature to him, but when it came to the Missing Departure, he was still considerably lacking in control.
