"If only I were really a man..."
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Inside the Daoist Temple, the light from a pile of firewood was dim. Su Bei gently wiped the two swords in the Sword Box, feeling a fresh flow of qi within his body coursing through him. He murmured to himself, "The sword needs nurturing."
The Qingping Sword was already an extension of his will, but his control over the Missing Departure still left much to be desired.
Though the myriad techniques of the world were ever-changing, they all stemmed from the same fundamental principles. What countless cultivators had sought since ancient times was still that great longevity which granted true immortality.
