"Taoist Friend Lin, have you advanced to the Nascent Soul Stage?"
The pot-bellied, golden-robed elder expressed his surprise.
"Heh heh, Taoist Friend Xu, is there a problem with me advancing to the Nascent Soul Stage?"
The Hermit of Nine Ages chuckled heh heh, speaking with profound meaning.
"That's not what I mean. I heard you obtained a Nascent Soul Pill back in the day and were chased by numerous Core Formation Cultivators, vanishing for many years. There were rumors that you had met your demise. It seems they were just rumors."
The golden-robed elder explained.
The Hermit of Nine Ages sneered and said, "Indeed, some people chased after me, but I slaughtered them all. Otherwise, I wouldn't be standing here."
"Taoist Friend Lin, please have a seat and let's chat!"
Qianji True Monarch invited the Hermit of Nine Ages to sit down, and everyone leisurely chatted while sipping tea.