After discussing matters with the officials, Song Qingshu went to visit the Yellow-robed Woman. She had been seriously injured by the Old Man of the Mountain.
"So it was the Old Man of the Mountain. No wonder his martial arts were so bizarre." Upon learning that Hushan had been the one who ambushed her that night, the Yellow-robed Woman finally understood. She had always been proud of her martial arts; though she had been caught off guard that night, being defeated so quickly still rankled her.
"And those ninjas from Japan—their martial arts may not match the Old Man of the Mountain's, but their ninjutsu is extraordinarily marvelous." Thinking of how they could instantly blend into the forests, Song Qingshu had to admit they were incredibly useful for concealment and assassination. "Temujin has so many capable people under his command. Facing him in the future will likely be..."
The Yellow-robed Woman reached out and patted his shoulder reassuringly. "Brother Song, you needn't worry too much. The Central Plains Martial Arts World is full of talent. As long as we work together, there is no need to fear those unorthodox fiends under the Mongol Empire."
"Working together is easier said than done." Song Qingshu gave a bitter smile. Differences between sects, struggles for power, national hatred and personal grudges—getting the people of the Central Plains to unite was no less difficult than reaching the heavens.
The Yellow-robed Woman sighed. "Before, I suspected you had selfish motives. But seeing so many formidable people submit to the Mongol Empire, I finally understand your difficulties. Without employing some methods to unite the forces of the Central Plains, how could we possibly deal with the Mongol Empire?"
Seeing that she had finally let go of the barrier in her heart, Song Qingshu breathed a sigh