"If only I were really a man…"
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The light from the pile of firewood inside the Daoist Temple was dim and dull.
Su Bei gently wiped the two swords in the Sword Box, feeling a fresh stream of energy coursing through his body, he murmured, "The sword needs nurturing."
The Qingping Sword had become second nature to him, but when it came to Missing Departure, he still had much to improve in terms of control.
In this vast world, innumerable spells and changes all follow the same principle. What countless cultivators sought was that everlasting life.
