Within the spacious cave abode, spiritual energy swirled thickly, and the atmosphere was tranquil.
Until a soft chuckle rang out.
"Fellow Daoist Nether Spring, why do you look as though you bear a blood feud?"
"Fellow Daoist?"
Nether Spring savored the term, her voice carrying a trace of mockery.
"A former prisoner beneath my steps now dares call me Fellow Daoist?"
As she spoke, her Divine Sense swept out.
A fierce wind suddenly rose within the dark chamber, whipping Luo Chen's black hair into a frenzy like dancing snakes.
A smile lingered at the corner of his lips as he released his Divine Sense as well.
The two collided in the void, and the smile on Luo Chen's face faded somewhat.
In contrast, Nether Spring let out a soft cry of surprise.
"Eh!"
"I never expected that not only had your realm risen so quickly, but your Divine Sense had become this powerful as well?"
"I thought you had taken some kind of shortcut."
Divine Sense was the outward manifestation of one's Divine Soul Foundation. Powerful Divine Sense meant a powerful soul.
Cultivators refined qi and refined the spirit. Qi was easy enough to cultivate, but the divine soul was far harder to strengthen.
Except for breakthroughs in realm, it often required long years of accumulation and bit-by-bit transformation.
For Luo Chen to raise his realm so swiftly while making his Divine Soul Foundation comparable to that of a Great Cultivator was truly remarkable.
"Now, Luo may call you Fellow Daoist, correct?"
Luo Chen asked calmly. Moreover, when the sudden wind had lifted a corner of her veil earlier, he had already guessed why Nether Spring had come to his door in anger.
"Hmph, it is merely a form of address. Call me whatever you please." Nether Spring snorted, tacitly