"Senior, you flatter me. I'm only a mere Soul Emperor."
Jin Peng's mouth twitched. He could tell it was a polite remark, but this young man before him spoke humbly without the slightest trace of humility in his bearing.
Even so, his regard for Xiao Yi did not diminish in the slightest. The flash of jade-green light in Xiao Yi's eyes moments earlier had not escaped him.
A Body Martial Soul wielder of such ability at such a young age—whether Xiao Yi came from a newly established sect with only a handful of members or from Shrek Academy, where geniuses were everywhere, he was someone worth recruiting.
As for using force, that might work with ordinary Body Martial Soul wielders. But geniuses were different.
The Body Sect seemed to be flourishing, but in truth it had long since run short of successors. Among the younger generation, only Long Aotian had shown top-tier talent, giving him a slim chance of reaching Limit Douluo someday. Meanwhile, Sect Master Du Busi had no hope of breaking through and had little life left. The sect's future was bleak.
Thinking of this, Jin Peng's gaze toward Xiao Yi grew ever more fervent, and his tone softened considerably.
"When I saw you release your pressure just now, I noticed a dense flow of Soul Power in your eyes. I presume your Martial Soul has something to do with them." Jin Peng spoke slowly, his tone certain.
Xiao Yi nodded lightly. He could tell the other man meant no harm. Besides, Shrek and the Tang Sect were closely connected, so Jin Peng could hardly fail to guess that he had ties to Shrek. The fact that the man had not made a move yet spoke for itself.
He was simply impressed by Xiao Yi's potential. A rare