When William Bo's eyelids fluttered and he came to, he found himself hogtied and tossed on the ground. Every inch of him ached, his inner strength was spent, and he felt utterly weak. He managed to lift his head for a look around—the battle was over. A quick glance showed more than a hundred men kneeling, hands on their heads, their weapons long since confiscated.
The women of Cold Frost Cave were shouting orders nonstop, each dealing with the surrendered soldiers. Sure, they'd taken some casualties, but compared to the enemy, they came out way ahead. After a resounding victory, morale in Cold Frost Cave was sky-high. Soon, a disciple came up to report the damage to the official Cave Master. After a brief whisper, the Cave Master nodded and walked over to Jill (Yang Qi).
Seeing Jill, the Cave Master’s gaze flickered. She felt that this woman could terrify you with a shout, make you forget your worries with a laugh, fire you up in battle, and feel approachable when calm. Her actions were wild and unpredictable, but she had a style all her own. She was stunningly beautiful, but never coy—if anything, she was downright dashing.
Back in the chaos, there hadn’t been time to think, but now, looking back, that unheard-of singing style was brimming with heroic spirit. The more she pondered, the more amazed she felt—truly a legendary woman. Sure enough, several bold female disciples from Cold Frost Cave had already gathered around Jill, serving tea, massaging her shoulders, fussing over her with impressive diligence. Of course, their attentiveness had an ulterior motive—the tea was just a pretext; what they really wanted was to satisfy their curiosity.
Kicking a tree that takes two to hug clean across the field—there aren’t many experts like that in the martial world, and even fewer out here on the frontier. The women were both awestruck and curious, so they kept finding excuses to gossip a bit more.
But what these admiring heroines didn’t know was that their idol was actually feeling a little uncertain inside. Jill quickly brushed them off with a few words and assigned them tasks to keep them busy. Once the girls were gone, Jill slung her arm around Granny Tong’s neck, the two of them huddling together and whispering: “Sis, you got any sort of token or something?”
“A token?”
“Yeah, something to prove your identity. I was bluffing about you being a special envoy—gimme something to back it up!”
“Even this outfit I’m wearing was made by you. Wouldn’t you know if I had a token or not?”
“Of course I know you’re squeaky clean, but there’s gotta be something else to prove it, right? Like a secret password?”