The Disciples Come in Droves

"Greetings sir, my name is Zhang Sunli!" Zhang Sunli had a squarish face, with thick brows and large eyes. He was a fine man, his muscular body reaching 180 meters in height. He was obviously a man of emotions. His palms were calloused, and he behaved courteously.

"Oh, how can I help you?" Old Chief Guo looked curiously at the 30 year old-ish man.

Zhang Sunli affected a look of respect and bowed slightly before replying, "Zhang Sunli has trained in combat since young, and has always worked hard. However, due to the lack of a capable teacher, I’ve not have much success thus far. Your warriors are all strong, in the realm of Jie, something we all dreamed of achieving. I beg your greatest indulgence to please consider having me by your side. I would not dare to wish to be accepted into your clan, only that you’ll allow me to assist your miscellaneous tasks." Zhang Sunli spoke sincerely and with determination.