If only I were really a man...
...
The light from the pile of firewood inside the Daoist Temple was faint and dim.
Su Bei gently wiped the two swords in the Sword Box, feeling the new surge of qi traversing his body. He murmured to himself, "The sword must be nurtured."
The Qingping Sword was already like an extension of himself, but his control over Missing Departure was still somewhat lacking.
