"If only I really were a man..."
...
The light from the pile of firewood within the Daoist Temple was dim and muted.
As Su Bei gently wiped the two swords in the Sword Box, he felt a fresh stream of energy coursing through his body, murmuring to himself, "The sword needs nurturing."
The Qingping Sword was already like second nature to him, but when it came to the Missing Departure, his control was still somewhat lacking.
