The spectators were silent, shock and disbelief etched on their faces.
"Y-You…"
Bai Jian's voice wavered. He couldn't believe it. How? How was this the same Bai Zihan he used to mock?
Bai Jian's fists clenched, his face pale, but his pride wouldn't let him retreat.
"Everyone!"
Bai Jian shouted, trying to rally the rest.
"Don't you think that it's high time for you to also join?"
The remaining disciples looked at each other and nodded.
They didn't think it would come to this—the older generation having to deal with a single younger generation.
This hadn't happened since Bai Xueqing, who was undoubtedly a genius.
With the power shown by Bai Zihan, most of them didn't have any problem with him joining as a participant.
But they also couldn't let Bai Zihan become their leader—that was still something they felt was still undeserved.
