Clarification

"Indeed, height is what is truly real."

Zhao Cheng's voice rang out. Beneath the sunlight, Zhao Cheng was immaculate, clear and radiant, as though all the dawnlight in the world had been dyed onto him.

Everyone turned toward the sound. At a single glance, not only Bai Ximeng, an ordinary young girl, but even Li Nishang felt a faint ripple stir in her heart.

It was not that her composure was lacking. Rather, Zhao Cheng's spiritual cultivation seemed to have undergone some qualitative transformation in this short time, approaching the Dao itself. The Dao was perfect, and possessed infinite allure. Though Zhao Cheng had restrained himself as much as possible, a few traces of those qualities still spilled forth.

No one knew how Zhao Cheng had appeared, nor when he had arrived. Only when he spoke did they finally notice him.

At this moment, the several Mythology figures focused all their attention on Zhao Cheng, trying to discern some hint of the mystery within him.

Some time ago, in the Capital City, they had briefly crossed hands with Zhao Cheng and discussed the Dao with him. At that time, Zhao Cheng had indeed been formidable, already displaying invincible strength. But compared to this moment, the gap was simply too vast.

Back then, Zhao Cheng had been powerful, but he had still been human. Now, however, he seemed to have become something else—something beyond humanity.

Only Bai Ximeng was different. Her sole thought at this moment was that True Person Zhao Cheng looked even better in person than in photographs. The longer she looked, the better he looked. As for all those handsome boys and campus heartthrobs who usually surrounded her, she could not even be bothered to compare them to him.

She admitted it: she had been smitten at first