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Meng Zhao did not reply. Instead, he reached out and flicked the Fat White Worm. With a light snap of his fingertip and barely any force, the fat worm was sent flying, tossed high into the air before crashing heavily to the ground with a series of clacking sounds.

Its body was surprisingly elastic, showing no sign of injury whatsoever. Still, it instinctively curled up and remained perfectly still.

This barely improved Meng Zhao's mood. At least it was no ordinary worm—it was like a treasure chest whose key had yet to be found. As long as he uncovered its origins, he could maximize its value.

But the trouble was far from small. What exactly was he supposed to feed such a worm? That alone was a major headache. Feeding it poorly and leaving it malnourished would be one thing; if it starved to death, the loss would be enormous.

Thus, its appetite might not rival Flood Dragon Little Nine's, but in terms of being troublesome, it was no less difficult to deal with.

Still, a living man could not let himself be suffocated by urine. Meng Zhao would certainly not toss the worm he had obtained only after tremendous effort and painstaking thought to Wei Qi over such a minor nuisance. He nodded, placed the fat white worm back into the porcelain bottle, tucked it into his sleeve, and said,

"Fine, we'll raise it for now. I'll carefully consult the relevant records. You should also keep this matter in mind and think back carefully—did the Heaven Swallowing Dao Child reveal any clues? I believe this worm must serve some irreplaceable purpose for him."

He refused to believe that the Heaven Swallowing Dao Child had simply been so full he had nothing better to do than amuse himself by toying