If only I were truly a man...
...
The light from the pile of firewood inside the Daoist Temple was dim and heavy.
Su Bei gently wiped the two swords in the Sword Box, feeling the new stream of energy wandering through his body, and murmured to himself, "The sword needs nurturing."
He was already proficient with the Qingping Sword, but his control over the Missing Departure still lacked significantly.
