If only I really were a man...
The pile of firewood inside the Daoist Temple cast a dim, flickering glow.
As Su Bei gently wiped the two swords inside the Sword Box, he felt a new flow of energy circulating through his body and murmured to himself, "The swords must be nurtured."
He had already mastered the Qingping Sword, but when it came to Missing Departure, there was still much to be desired in terms of control.
Countless methods existed in the world, yet all shared a common origin. Since ancient times, innumerable cultivators had sought the same thing: the great longevity that could grant immortality.
