"If only I were really a man..."
...
The pile of firewood within the Daoist Temple shone with a dull, dim light.
Gently wiping the two swords inside the Sword Box, Su Bei felt a completely new energy circulating throughout his body and murmured to himself, The sword requires nurturing.
For him, the Qingping Sword was already second nature, but when it came to the Missing Departure, he still had much to improve in terms of control.
