Some, in secret, committed deeds so heinous and against the natural order, such as one Foundation Building Realm disciple who, while out on a mission, slaughtered seventeen youths to use as Tripod Furnaces to cultivate his abilities, and also secretly killed a Demon Department Expert who was on his trail, completely destroying the evidence.
Without soul searching, these incidents would never have come to light.
"How should these people be dealt with, Sir Prison Master?" the white-robed elder asked respectfully.
"Not a single one is to be spared."
The voice of the Master of Dark Prison was calm as still water, not a single ripple disturbing its surface.
Yet upon hearing his words, the crowd below shuddered in their hearts.
Two hundred and eighty-five disciples, and not all of them deserved death. Some had merely strayed from the path and made a foolish mistake once or twice.
The Council of Elders exchanged glances, yet none voiced any objections.
"We will abide by the decree."