Exploiting a Bug

The venue suddenly darkened. Then the curtain drew back, and the spotlights flared on, converging on Zhao Cheng.

At that moment, Zhao Cheng wore a fitted black Tang-style long robe. Aside from a fine golden embroidered dragon pattern at the collar, the outfit bore no other adornments.

Normally, such clothing would make a young man look somewhat older, creating a sense of disharmony. But on Zhao Cheng, it brought out a rich, vigorous spirit—not the premature composure of a youth acting old, but an extraordinary sense of steadiness. Anyone who looked at him would feel at once that he was a man capable of great things, instinctively overlooking his age.

That powerful, forceful aura made him the center of the world the instant he appeared, though he had done nothing at all.

There were countless titans in attendance, yet with a sweep of Zhao Cheng's gaze, their presence seemed to shrink by a notch out of thin air.

After a brief silence, thunderous applause erupted throughout the venue.

And with Zhao Cheng's appearance, countless places and countless people stirred with all manner of reactions, displaying the many faces of life.

At Qingyuan in Xiangnan, in Zhao Xiaoxiang's class, a girl who had been secretly watching the livestream was so startled that she cried, "Zhao..." Only halfway through did she suddenly remember that class was in session.

Her outburst drew quite a few eyes. Some students looked at her, then exchanged glances with one another, their expressions equally strange. Everything that needed saying was left unsaid.

In a corner of the classroom, Zhao Xiaoxiang herself had a little head full of enormous question marks.

Although Zhao Cheng had told her before that Skywalk Company belonged to him, that answer made no logical sense whatsoever. How was she supposed to believe it?!