If only I really were a man...
The light from the pile of firewood within the Daoist Temple was dim.
Su Bei gently wiped the two swords in the Sword Box, feeling the brand new stream of energy flowing through his body, and murmured to himself, "The sword needs nurturing."
The Qingping Sword was already second nature to him, but when it came to the Missing Departure, his control was still lacking.
All phenomena under the heavens change endlessly but never stray from their source. Since ancient times, countless cultivators have sought the great longevity that defies death. Only cultivators who achieve lesser longevity truly deserve the title of "Immortal," having initially "Achieved Dao." For Sword Cultivators, while there may not be an exaggeration like merging with one's sword, those wishing to reach their path's pinnacle must at least nurture a Sword Spirit.
A Sword Spirit that belongs to oneself.
