At a lone island nine hundred kilometers away from Jiang He, Hong Shanze, one of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect's vice-chieftains, was looking ashen-faced with two other Ten Thousand Swords Sect elders seated beside him.
Both elders and the late Elder Fate had been members of his faction. With Elder Fate dead and his murderer, Jiang He, nowhere to be seen, Hong Shanze's mood was absolutely horrid.
Taking out a jade bottle gourd with a turn of his hand and having a few sips of wine to ease his mood, he then turned his head.
Zhong Wanshan was there, standing in his black robes, a fearsomeness showing on his face.
His aura had changed drastically—his whole body was exuding powerful killing intent… it was as the Ten Thousand Swords Sect put it: if Zhong Wanshan did not show back restraint and hold back his evil within, he might fall to the demonic path.