The End of Cultivation Is

"When did you get back?"

As she spoke, Zhao Xiaoxiang tossed the small bag from her back onto the sofa.

"This afternoon. Oh, right—I stood outside your classroom window and watched for a while. Mm, the teacher's lesson was pretty good. The way you were spacing out had a bit of my old flair to it. Verdict: genuine. Definitely my biological daughter."

Zhao Cheng replied.

"Zhao Cheng, do you want some pastry?"

Zhao Xiaoxiang asked.

"Huh?!"

Zhao Cheng was startled. That didn't sound like something Zhao Xiaoxiang would say.

But on second thought, quite some time had passed. She was growing up too.

Indeed, he could see through people's hearts, but unless necessary, he would never do that to those close to him. It wasn't just him—most other mythological beings were the same.

"Yes!"

A look of relief spread across Zhao Cheng's face, the expression of someone whose silly dog at home had finally grown up. It instantly set Zhao Xiaoxiang's heart ablaze with anger.

Afterward, Zhao Cheng looked at the "pastry" in his hand, barely a centimeter in length, width, and height, and fell into deep thought.

"How long are you planning to stay this time?"

Zhao Xiaoxiang asked. A girl's emotions came quickly and went quickly.

And Zhao Cheng's performance had instead dispelled that unfamiliarity in her heart from not seeing him for so long.

Mainly because Zhao Cheng had done a little too much, and a little too grandly, during this time. First he had become the big boss of Skywalk Company, then he had directly played peace ambassador once—splitting missiles with his sword and sweeping through all directions. It truly made it difficult for her to connect him with the person in her memories.

Zhao Cheng's little stunt had come at exactly the right time.

"Probably