Dispelling Doubts

In Capital City, Zhao Cheng got off the plane and climbed straight into Zhou Yanxi's car.

Back when he had chosen Qingshan University, Zhou Yanxi had been the one to pick him up then as well.

It was rather strange when you thought about it. Zhao Cheng, a legend of his generation, did not even own a car.

Forget a car—he did not even have a driver's license.

Of course, the main reason was that he had never needed one.

For long distances, there were planes; for middling distances, high-speed rail; for shorter trips, calling a taxi was convenient. And if he ran at full speed, he was much faster than any car anyway.

Sitting in the car and watching the streams of traffic outside, Zhao Cheng felt as though it had all happened yesterday.

It seemed as though not much time had passed, yet it also seemed as though decades had gone by.

As for Zhou Yanxi, even with his temperament, he found the moment rather surreal. Zhao Cheng had still been a Swordsman when he went to study at Qingshan University, and Zhou Yanxi had been the one to pick him up then too.

At the time, Zhou Yanxi had been considered the person most likely to attain the mythic realm. Even Yuan Tianjie, who had taken first place in the previous Universe Sword Trial, was thought to stand slightly less of a chance than him—not for any other reason, but because of temperament.

His disposition was steadier.

But in the blink of an eye, Zhao Cheng had made one flick of his tail and vanished so completely that Zhou Yanxi could not even see his shadow.

Not long ago, people had only been saying that Zhao Cheng could stand shoulder to shoulder with mythic figures. But now