In addition to some new disciples, many old disciples came forward to greet Zhao Ji. However, Zhao Wei did not squint but went straight past them. Though his face was elegant, there was a deep indifference in his bones. He had no desire to stop and talked to anyone.
Those newer disciples seemed somewhat alright with the treatment. However, the elder disciples were very dissatisfied with his attitude and looked at him with disgust.
Quite a few of the older disciples looked at him with a bit of vigilance in their eyes, while others seemed quite disdainful. Some swore, making comments that if they were to meet a disciple of the upper-division, they would beat them into submission.
Zhao Ji walked past those people and turned a deaf ear to their gossip.
Just as Shi Mu turned to look at him, Zhao Ji turned his head and looked him in the eyes as well.