Bai Zihan remarked arrogantly, his voice carrying a hint of amusement.
He could easily tell that these disciples were here for him—though not to welcome him, judging by their expressions.
But did he care about what others thought of him?
Since they had gathered because of him anyway, calling himself "popular" wasn't exactly wrong, even if it wasn't in a positive sense.
Bai Xueqing sighed, rubbing her temples.
"Popular? More like hated," she said bluntly.
"Don't be an idiot. They're not here to welcome you."
Indeed, the expressions among the disciples varied—some filled with disdain, others with barely concealed fury.
Many were glaring at Bai Zihan as if he were a pest that needed to be removed.
Bai Zihan chuckled, unfazed.
"Hate and admiration aren't so different. Either way, they're here for me."
The carriage landed smoothly, the sect's disciples watching with expressions ranging from disdain to outright hostility.
