Jiang Li heard him, and a flicker of admiration passed through his deep-set eyes.
He had to admit, although Ye Renxin was a Support Soul Master with little offensive power, his sense for the continent's shifting tides was sharper than that of many Titled Douluo.
That madwoman Bibi Dong really was a bomb waiting to go off. If the Nine Heart Begonia Family boarded the Spirit Hall's rickety ship, they'd be lucky if even bone fragments were left of them in the end.
By contrast, there was the sect master of a certain Support Type sect who loved to jump up and down...
With all that arrogance, if they weren't wiped out, then who would be?
"Patriarch Ye, you certainly have a keen eye."
A warm, jade-like smile appeared on Jiang Li's face. He didn't put on airs just because Ye Renxin had pledged his support. Instead, he personally picked up the teapot and refilled the cup in front of Ye Renxin with hot tea.
The gesture left the still somewhat apprehensive Ye Renxin overwhelmed by the unexpected kindness. Even Ye Lingling, who had kept her head down and hadn't dared to speak, couldn't help sneaking a glance up, her eyes brimming with surprise.
"Since Senior Ye has been so forthright, I'll spare you the empty pleasantries," Jiang Li said, setting down the teapot. His tone grew earnest and sincere. "I accept the trust the Nine Heart Begonia Family has placed in me. Lingling will certainly be better cared for under my wing from now on."
He paused. "However, it's too soon to establish a force. My disciple, Tang San, has ideas of his own, and as his master, I'll naturally support him with all my strength."
"The continent may seem calm now, but this is only the quiet before