"If only I were really a man..."
...
The light from the pile of firewood inside the Daoist Temple was dim.
Su Bei gently wiped the two swords inside the Sword Box. Feeling a completely new energy circulating within his body, he murmured to himself, "The sword needs to be nurtured."
For Su Bei, the Qingping Sword had already become an extension of his hand, but his control over the Missing Departure was still significantly lacking.
In this world of endless methods and changes, what countless cultivators ultimately sought was that grand longevity which grants immortality.
Only a cultivator who achieved minor longevity truly deserved the title "Immortal," a preliminary step to Achieving Dao. For Sword Cultivators, although there was no such exaggeration as merging as one with their sword, if one wished to reach the pinnacle of cultivation, they had to, at the very least, foster a Sword Spirit.
A Sword Spirit of their own.
