If only I were really a man...
The light from a pile of firewood within the Daoist Temple was dim and heavy.
Su Bei gently wiped the two swords in the Sword Box, feeling a new flow of energy circulating through his body, and muttered to himself, "The sword needs nurturing."
The Qingping Sword was like an extension of his hand, but his control over Missing Departure was still lacking.
Among the myriad laws of the world, countless cultivators sought immortality—the great long life. Only cultivators who achieved the minor long life truly deserved the title "Immortal," having initially "Achieved Dao." For Sword Cultivators, the sword nurtured the person, and the person nurtured the sword. While not as exaggerated as becoming one with the sword, anyone aspiring to the pinnacle of cultivation had to, at the very least, nurture a Sword Spirit.
A Sword Spirit that belonged to them alone.
