When the two first met, City Lord Wang had still been a tiny Foundation Establishment cultivator. They had formed a connection through conflict, which counted as a rather curious kind of fate.
And at the time, Jin Miaoshan had already reached Core Formation.
Now she was still at Core Formation, yet Wang Yu had already condensed a Nascent Soul. With such a shocking, heaven-startling cultivation speed, even she, a dignified Gold Abundance Pavilion Succession Candidate, could not compare.
The shock this brought her was no less than the social death she had suffered in the Heart Lake Space half a month ago.
"Long time no see."
Wang Yu, revealing his true appearance, was incomparably handsome. In particular, after undergoing the Transform and Renew Bones process from multiple great realm breakthroughs, his already outstanding looks had risen another level.
In truth, as long as it was not due to some special cultivation method, high-realm cultivators were rarely ugly bastards—if not for his skin being overly pale, making him seem somewhat cold and deathly still.
With this shell of flesh alone, he would have been more than enough to open another branch in the Joyful Union Sect.
After he greeted her, Jin Miaoshan's little mouth gradually closed, and for a moment she did not know what to say. A hundred years was, for someone of her age, somewhat long.
If not for that incident in the Heart Lake Space, estrangement would have been inevitable.
Even so, she still remained silent.
Instead, the Great Cultivator who had come with Jin Miaoshan stepped forward. This person was a Kun Dao dressed like a beautiful Daoist nun, with an oval face, brows and eyes brimming like autumn waters, and a lustrous, delicate nose.
Her small mouth was crimson, with a dot of cinnabar between her