Mystical Sights

"Based on your reaction, I take it those spineless worms were considered...abnormal?" His tone was conversational, as if casually discussing the weather.

The Envoy Elder swallowed thickly, struggling to regain his composure under that piercing scrutiny. With visible effort, he wrangled his roiling emotions and managed a jerky nod.

"Y-Yes, esteemed immortal sir. Those...those were part of a growing affliction, you could say. An increasing number of cultivators across the realms, whether elders or disciples, have been turning rogue as of late."

His Adam's apple bobbed with a dry swallow before he gathered his wits further.

"No rhyme or reason, no care for backgrounds or consequences. They indiscriminately kill, plunder, pillage with an almost maniacal zeal. Some retain more sanity than others, but most...most end up like those poor devils you so effortlessly disposed of."