Even Song Penghui, who had been beaten until he was severely injured, tottered to his feet and came over. "Divine Doctor Ye," he said, utterly convinced, "I, Song Penghui, have never submitted to anyone in my life. You're the first. I won't accept anyone but you as the leader of the Ancient Martial Circle in Jin Ye City."
Song Penghui was a rough, straightforward man with a hot temper and was incredibly stubborn, but he held immense respect for those stronger than him. So, even though Ye Xiu had beaten him senseless and severely injured him, he held no grudge. Instead, he was completely and sincerely won over.
"I won't take the position of leader," Ye Xiu refused. "However, I can recommend someone for you."
"Who?" Song Penghui and the others asked in unison.
"Zhu Xiaowen." Ye Xiu pulled Zhu Xiaowen over and said, "Let her be your leader."
Hearing this, Zhu Xiaowen was so frightened she almost wet herself. "Big Brother Ye, are you kidding me?"
