"If only I really were a man..."
...
The light of the firewood inside the Daoist Temple was dim and heavy.
Su Bei gently wiped the two swords in the Sword Box. Feeling a completely new energy coursing through his body, he murmured, "The sword needs to be nurtured."
For Su Bei, the Qingping Sword had already become second nature, but when it came to the Missing Departure, he still had a lot to learn in terms of control.
