"If only I were really a man..."
...
The light from the pile of firewood in the Daoist Temple was dim and sinking.
Su Bei gently wiped the two swords inside the Sword Box, feeling a brand new flow of qi coursing through his body, he muttered to himself, "Swords must be nourished."
The Qingping Sword had become second nature to him, but when it came to the Missing Departure, his control was still lacking by quite a bit.
