"Yes. Within the Isis Sect, where there was light, there was naturally darkness. Opposed to the ruling faction that favored gentle methods, the Dark Sanctuary upheld a more radical, more intense theory of sacrifice.
They believed that to win the final victory, sacrifice was unavoidable. Only by sacrificing the interests and lives of the majority and concentrating their strength could a small minority gain a sufficiently powerful foundation, thereby defeating everything. Destroy everything, then rebuild everything amid the ruins."
"They wanted to purge those who had already been infected?" Lu Sheng asked quietly.
"More or less. The Detox Therapy was originally developed by them." Old Buck seemed to be flipping through documents, the rustle of pages endless.
"And every one of them is a madman. Nearly all the dark sides of the Isis Sect are gathered there."
"That will do. Has anyone responded regarding the information on those people I asked to be released earlier?" Lu Sheng asked again.
He had previously painted the faces of Mi Guang Ying, members of his own family, and the others onto oil paintings. The purpose was to print them and have his subordinates search extensively for the people in those portraits.
"No. A few tried to impersonate them. After being exposed on the spot, they still tried to deny it, so they were dragged out and shot dead." Old Buck said disdainfully.
"Keep at it. If possible, increase the reward. I want every merchant caravan that dares travel between Gathering Places to spread this message." Lu Sheng said calmly.
"No problem!"
Drip, drip. Half of Isla's body was covered in blood. Several thumb-sized bloody holes were relentlessly squeezing every last drop of blood from his body.
What he received in exchange was a ground strewn with black fragments before the castle's main hall.