Tiger Soul Sub-Base.
Rooftop.
Feng Qi sat in a wicker chair, sipping tea as he mulled over his thoughts.
Half a month had passed since Tiger Soul Research Institute gave its reply.
More than half of the spiritual materials on the list had already been gathered by Tiger Soul Headquarters and delivered to the sub-base.
Among them were one hundred small derivative bloodstones from the Miracle Bloodstone.
When he saw those hundred small bloodstones, he knew they were most likely connected to the Mist Lord.
To the other members of the weak race alliance, derivative bloodstones were immensely valuable.
They could fundamentally improve a race's growth potential.
Perhaps that improvement was minuscule.
But from the perspective of a race's future development, it undoubtedly raised their starting point and gave them a broader future.
Many racial factions would not necessarily be willing to offer treasures capable of changing a race's fate, even if they possessed them.
Other than Domain Factions that held incomplete fragments of the Miracle Bloodstone, only the Mist Lord could produce one hundred bloodstones at once.
So he guessed that the Mist Lord might already have made contact with the Domain Faction behind Tiger Soul Research Institute.
Yet even now, he had received no reply from the Mist Lord.
That worried him.
He felt that the Mist Lord might have encountered some sort of accident during the investigation.
All he could do was wait.
He believed that, with the Mist Lord's abilities, he could handle any problem.
At least from a historical perspective, the Mist Lord had successfully infiltrated Tiger Soul Research Institute and firmly seized control of it.
Just then, his phone began to vibrate.
When he took it out, he saw that the call was from an unknown number.
Without hesitation, he answered it.
"A Qi,