Though her fighting style was unconventional, Song Mi'er's lethal moves made her a formidable opponent. She faced the four men with her frying pan, holding her own with remarkable strength despite her small stature. Every time she struck a guard, they were forced to retreat several steps.
When Feng Jiu arrived on West Street, she found a crowd too dense to push through. Instead, she went to the second floor of a teahouse overlooking the street, where she sat down and ordered a pot of tea. The moment she settled in, Cloud Devouring sensed her presence. He looked up and saw her leaning against the railing, watching the scene unfold below.
Feng Jiu glanced down, smiled, and winked at him. Cloud Devouring then crouched, observing Song Mi'er handle the dozen or so guards with surprising ease. He had expected her to be overwhelmed, but she was holding her own effortlessly.
