A few days later, Xingyi Society, Martial Arts Dojo.
"Senior Brother Shen, you're here?"
"Hello, Senior Brother Shen!"
"Junior..."
Shen Hex walked into the dojo, greeted by many, mostly first-year freshmen, but also quite a number of second and third-year seniors.
Of course, there were also many who ignored him, even turning away with a cold demeanor, unwilling to be under the same roof as him.
This was also understandable.
Three months ago, based on his performance against Zhang Hua and the intermediary efforts of Zhong Qin, Xingyi Society finally agreed to his membership conditions.
After joining, he repeated his tactics, guiding both new and older students, earning a large amount of goodwill.
But he wasn't Imperial Coins, so he couldn't please everyone. Many disliked or even hated him, illustrating a polarized situation.
But it didn't matter; he wasn't concerned because these people's opinions didn't affect him at all.
