Star City, Tiger Soul Research Institute's headquarters.
Late at night.
The owner of the fog stood at the top of the headquarters building and looked down at the night scenery of the bustling Star City.
It had already been five months since it infiltrated the Night Shadow Race.
During this period, it had consistently sown discord among the various factions of the Night Shadow Race. The internal conflict had finally erupted.
This was especially true for the faction its new body belonged to. They could no longer tolerate the imbalanced development strategy of the current patriarch's faction.
Just tonight, they decided to join forces with another faction to overthrow the dominant position of the current patriarch's faction.
Thinking of how indignant those guys were at the meeting earlier, the corners of its mouth could not help but curl up.
Emotions could be a sharp sword.