At nightfall, the militia would go to the Overlord's cave to receive rewards. Every ten people would share a cigar, lined up around the corners of the cave, each taking turns to collect their share of rice.
"Feeling good about your victory, Little hoof?" asked Liu Zhenhan, seemingly repeating the same topic every day. Upon seeing the exercises between the militia and the swans, the astute old Liu began to have his own scheme.
"Her martial arts skills are decent, but we've been holding back afraid of injuring her. If we hadn't, we'd have beaten her long ago!" Bellamy had another thought in mind, wondering when it became a norm for us, the Mastiff People, to fight one on one.
