Manifesting Divine Powers

Not only that—afterward, he suddenly jolted awake, only to discover that he was still sitting in his chair, while the meeting room door remained tightly shut, without a trace of ever having been opened.

Instinctively, he glanced at the time on the computer before him, and his heart lurched in horror. About five minutes ago, he had checked the time, and it had been exactly this moment.

But he was no ordinary man. His expression did not change, yet he soon realized that everything the others said afterward was exactly the same as what he had experienced before. If there was one difference, it was that Zhao Cheng did not come over this time.

But Ji Cheng knew that Zhao Cheng had, in fact, already come. Those words he had heard were no illusion.

The only question was: what kind of realm could possess such divine powers?!

This was absolutely not something the mythic realm could possess.

Thinking of the rumors he had vaguely heard over this period, he understood that they were probably not rumors at all, but the truth.

He was a clever man and understood Zhao Cheng's purpose. This was a warning knock.

Even clever people had their pride. Before this, Ji Cheng had harbored a deeply hidden desire to compete with Zhao Cheng. Who did not have a little pride?

Zhao Cheng was naturally not afraid of him, but neither did he want Ji Cheng's thoughts to make him ruin things unwittingly in the future.

But now, all of Ji Cheng's pride had vanished like smoke. He was a saint, after all, yet in everything that had just happened, he had failed to find even the slightest flaw. Under such circumstances, how could he possibly remain proud?!

Once the meeting ended, Ji Cheng hurried back to