Yun Shan's expression was so gloomy it seemed as though it could drip water as he stared at the mass of shattered soul tablets on the table.
Most of those left behind at the Misty Cloud Sect headquarters were individuals he had handpicked for being relatively well-behaved; they could be considered quite obedient to him.
Those fellows were useful tools and subordinates, but right now, without exception, every single one of them was dead.
Chapter 233