Jiuzhou Immortal City, Flying Cloud Pavilion.
In an elegant private chamber, Wang Chen met Du Jiuniang once again.
This Nascent Soul True Immortal was still extraordinarily beautiful, yet a faint fatigue lingered in her expression, adding a trace of fragility.
Without changing his demeanor, Wang Chen bowed slightly: "Taoist Friend, we meet again."
Du Jiuniang rubbed her temples and gave a faint smile: "Taoist Friend Wang, long time no see. Hmm?"
She froze for a moment: "You've achieved True Proof?"
Wang Chen nodded: "Indeed."
In his travels, he was accustomed to concealing his cultivation level and aura.
But in front of Du Jiuniang, Wang Chen made no deliberate attempt to hide himself, so it was natural for her to discern as much.
"Impressive!"
Du Jiuniang unconsciously straightened her posture and murmured, "After I broke my Golden Core to condense my Nascent Soul, it took a full hundred years to achieve True Proof. Compared to you, I'm far inferior."
"Wait."
