If only I truly were a man...
...
The light from the pile of firewood in the Daoist Temple was dim and somber.
Su Bei gently wiped the two swords within the Sword Box, feeling a new energy coursing through his body, and murmured, "The sword needs nurturing."
To him, the Qingping Sword was already second nature, but when it came to the Missing Departure, there was much left to be desired in terms of control.
The myriad arts under heaven, despite countless transformations, all share a common origin. What cultivators have sought since ancient times is still the great eternal life that grants immortality.
