At the peak of Qing Mountain, surrounded by soft white clouds.
Two figures sat opposite each other, strands of tea scent lingered between them.
An expression of amazement was still evident on Nangong Jin's face.
"You really succeeded?"
His voice was tinged with disbelief.
Luo Chen gave a slight smile as he fanned the lingering heat on his tea cup.
He took a sip.
"Phew.... Friend, as you can see, could there be anything false about this?"
As he spoke, a burst of rampant spirit consciousness suddenly burst outward.
Nangong Jin's face was serious as he also released his spirit consciousness.
This only lasted an instant.
The two collided and then immediately retracted.
"Hm!"
Nangong Jin snorted softly; his face turned a shade of pale for a fleeting moment.
His face showed shock as he stared at Luo Chen.
"Your divine soul endowment is astonishingly robust for someone who just started Foundation Establishment!"
Luo Chen apologized with a smile.