The spiritual ship was enormous, with a wide deck that could accommodate hundreds of people.
At this moment, the deck was teeming with shadows and a variety of people.
Aside from newly appointed stewards like Chen Ye and disciples of the Lingyin Sect such as Li Qiuyun, there were also numerous other cultivators.
These cultivators were either merchants or mere passengers.
They gathered in groups of three or five, either meditating and regulating their breath or bragging about their experiences in the market, creating a cacophony of noise.
The most striking among them were ten young cultivators dressed in sky-blue Taoist robes.
Their auras were concentrated, distinctly different from the Outer Sect disciples clad in azure robes, forming a separate faction.
These ten were the outstanding ones who emerged victorious in the recent competition and were promoted to the Inner Sect.
As Chen Ye's gaze swept over them, he unexpectedly spotted a familiar face—Duan Ling.
