"If only I were truly a man..."
...
The glow from the pile of firewood within the Daoist Temple was dim and heavy.
As Su Bei gently wiped the two swords in the Sword Box, he felt a new energy coursing through his entire body and murmured to himself, "Swords need nurturing."
To him, the Qingping Sword had already become second nature, but when it came to the Missing Departure, he still had far to go in terms of control.
