Martial Ancestor Yan

Above all, the leader of the Barbarian Ghost Sect, the middle-aged Taoist, and Elder Huang kept discussing matters related to the secret realm without pause.

Liu Ming and the other ten disciples were scattered throughout the bone boat, some meditating and others cultivating, with no intention of conversing with each other.

Thinking about it, this was quite normal!

Those who could become one of the top ten core disciples were naturally proud and aloof, and they certainly had no interest in forming cliques.

However, with a mere turn of his head, Liu Ming could see Gao Chong sitting not too far away, his cold gaze occasionally fixed on him.

Seeing this, Liu Ming showed no change in expression, but a hint of killing intent couldn't help but emerge in his heart.

If there was an opportunity in the secret realm to silently dispose of this trouble, he would certainly not hesitate.