If only I were really a man...
The light from the pile of firewood in the Daoist Temple was dim and heavy.
Su Bei gently wiped the two swords in the Sword Box, feeling a completely new energy coursing through his body, and murmured to himself, "The sword must be nourished."
To him, the Qingping Sword had already become like second nature, but when it came to the Missing Departure, there was still much to be desired in terms of control.
