Jiang Qiao followed the Old Monk around the mountains, waiting for Fishbone Temple to open.
For the time being, he was relatively carefree.
But within Tower City, a suppressed and terrifying storm was brewing.
In less than a day, multiple factions had come under attack, and more than a dozen Awakened had died horribly in the streets.
A Sixth Tier expert might not count for much in present-day Tower City, where powerful figures had gathered, but that did not mean they had become expendable.
No faction could possibly use Sixth Tier Awakened as expendable assets.
Even the Guangming Society was not that extravagant.
But the culprits were clever. They had not attacked the top factions.
Thus, no top experts had come looking for them so far. After all, to those great figures standing at the peak of the pyramid, what did it matter how many people from the other factions died?
In their eyes, those people had never been qualified to take part in such a Major Event.
It was only because of certain reasons.
That they had chosen to turn a blind eye.
However, while they did not care, the factions in the second and third tiers of the pyramid had grown frantic. If a large number of their people were killed before Fishbone Temple opened, what cake would they have left to divide when the time came?
Thus, on the surface, the city remained calm and untroubled, but beneath it, undercurrents were already surging.
Tensions among all sides were extremely high.
A terrifying battle could erupt at any moment.
Speculation about the culprits also spread among the various organizations, with all kinds of rumors running rampant.
The first faction to come under suspicion was the Prayer Association.
Those lunatics had a history of such things and had always