If only I really were a man...
The light of the pile of firewood within the Daoist Temple was dim and subdued.
As Su Bei gently wiped the two swords inside the Sword Box, feeling a completely new flow of qi in his body traveling through all his bones, he murmured to himself, Swords need nurturing.
To him, the Qingping Sword had already become second nature, but when it came to the Missing Departure, there was still quite a difference in control.
All myriad techniques under heaven, despite their countless variations, share the same fundamental principle. Since ancient times, countless cultivators have sought the same thing: the fabled immortality that spares one from death.
