"If only I were really a man..."
If only I were really a man...
...
The glow from the pile of firewood in the Daoist Temple was dim.
Su Bei gently wiped the two swords inside the Sword Box, feeling the fresh flow of energy coursing through his body, and murmured to himself,
"Swords need to be nurtured."
The Qingping Sword was already second nature to him, but his control over Missing Departure was still significantly lacking.
All myriad laws and changes in the world stemmed from the same origin. What countless cultivators had sought since ancient times was still that great longevity which granted immortality.
