"If only I really were a man..."
...
The light from the pile of firewood in the Daoist Temple was dull and dim.
With gentle strokes, Su Bei wiped the two swords within the Sword Box, feeling a completely new flow of energy coursing through his body, and murmured to himself,
"The sword needs nurturing."
For him, the Qingping Sword had already become an extension of his hand, but his control over the Missing Departure still left much to be desired.
Though the myriad techniques under heaven are ever-changing, they all stem from the same fundamental principle. Since ancient times, the ultimate pursuit of countless cultivators has always been that grand state of eternal life, the ability to never die.
