To Zhang Heng's surprise, preparing a gift for Psyche turned out to be easier than ever before.
He had originally thought that even if it was not as troublesome as finding the Golden Fleece, it would still take some effort. In the end, though, all he had to do was spend money.
Miss Succubus took him to the largest luxury department store in the city. They bought a pair of shoes, two handbags, and three lipsticks. She also bought herself a bottle of perfume while they were there. The total came to around fifty thousand yuan, making Zhang Heng suspect for a moment that she had only wanted to go shopping herself.
"Don't be so surprised. Handbags and shoes have universal destructive power against women, whether they're mortals or gods." Miss Succubus chuckled. "Besides, Psyche has always loved beauty. Otherwise, she wouldn't have fallen for Cupid."
"..."
Seeing that Zhang Heng said nothing, Miss Succubus continued, "I don't know what trouble you've run into, but I can tell you seem to be in a hurry. Otherwise, you wouldn't have hesitated when I suggested preparing a gift."
"I have indeed run into some trouble," Zhang Heng admitted.
"Is it from the Organizing Committee?" Miss Succubus asked again. "You seem especially concerned about news coming from them."
"Yes, but it isn't just the Organizing Committee. At this stage, though, they may be the first to make a move. I ran into An earlier and had a minor conflict with him," Zhang Heng said.
"An? The chief god of Sumerian Mythology, the Organizing Committee's presiding judge?" Miss Succubus frowned, but quickly relaxed again. "Forget it. You don't need to explain it to me. I'm just a little succubus. Aside from providing you with information as agreed, there isn't much else I can do