Afterward, Zhao Cheng waved, and Zhao Xiaoxiang came running over in quick steps.
At this hour, quite a few parents were waiting outside the school gates for their children to leave the exam hall, yet no one noticed Zhao Cheng's presence. Even Zhao Xiaoxiang suddenly breaking into a quick run should have drawn plenty of attention, but the moment her actions became entangled with Zhao Cheng in cause and effect, she too seemed to blend into the light and dust.
It was not that she had abruptly vanished from everyone else's sight. Rather, her presence had become exceedingly faint. To some, it merely felt as though they had blanked out for a moment, and when they looked again, the scene before them had already turned the page.
There was no question about Zhao Cheng's fame now. Many people might not know the name of their own country's The King, but they would definitely know his.
Yet fame brought him no troubles at all, and his life remained utterly unaffected.
His spiritual realm had now reached a state where everything followed his heart. Anyone could see him, but only a very few destined people could perceive his true form.
And what counted as destiny? That was simple too. If he believed there was destiny, then there was destiny.
Not only that—anyone who interacted with him would also enter such a state while doing so.
This was not because he had used some divine power to collectively hypnotize everyone with overwhelming spiritual intent. It was a passive state.
Or rather, after cultivating to his realm, mortal eyes could no longer behold his true form.
He appeared to still be walking among mortals, but in truth, only his physical body remained in the human world. His true self had already "merged with the