Ji Nanjue watched Li Zijun's departing figure and sighed softly.
If only I were really a man...
...
The light from the pile of firewood in the Daoist Temple was dim and murky.
Su Bei gently wiped the two swords in the Sword Box, feeling a completely new current of energy circulating through his body, and muttered to himself,
The sword needs to be nourished.
To him, the Qingping Sword was already second nature, but when it came to the Missing Departure, he still had much to learn about its control.
In this world, myriad laws and changes all adhere to one principle. Since ancient times, what countless cultivators sought was that ultimate longevity—an existence free from death.
