"If only I were really a man..."
...
The light from the firewood within the Daoist Temple was dim and subdued.
Su Bei gently wiped the two swords in the Sword Box, feeling the brand new flow of Qi within his body navigating through his meridians, and he murmured to himself, "Swords need to be nourished."
To him, the Qingping Sword had already become second nature, but when it came to the Missing Departure, there was still much to be desired in terms of control.
