"Ghost Ship?"
Li Qingqiu grew interested when he heard that. Since so many people had seen it, it had to be real.
He had always been wary of the Tianming Sea, so he had sent many more True Disciples to Yuantie Port Town. The number of disciples stationed there now exceeded a thousand, making its strength second only to Central Heaven Immortal City—and even greater than that of Tianshan Spirit Pool.
Xiao Wuqing nodded, then quietly shared the other intelligence they had gathered about the Ghost Ship.
After he finished, Li Qingqiu gave no further instructions, so Xiao Wuqing bowed and took his leave.
Zhang Yuchun had listened to the report from the side. He felt they couldn't afford to be careless, but there was no need to make arrangements today.
A little while later.
Yang Jueding took his seat with a wine jug in hand and asked curiously, "Where's that kid Jiang Zhaoxia? Why isn't he here?"
The others all shook their heads, indicating they didn't know.
Li Sifeng chuckled. "He challenged Yuan Li, lost, and is hiding in his Cave Mansion, brooding."
At those words, everyone's eyes turned to him.
They all knew Yuan Li was no longer the man he used to be, but none of them knew exactly how strong he was.
Defeating Jiang Zhaoxia was no simple feat.
Could Yuan Li have become the second-strongest person in the sect?
Li Sifeng didn't spare Jiang Zhaoxia's feelings. He described what had happened: "Yuan Li's fist was too fast. He threw a punch right in front of my Third Senior Brother, and my Third Senior Brother didn't even have time to react. One punch decided the match. My Third Senior Brother wasn't hurt, but the blow clearly shook him badly. I was standing behind him, so I