Seeing Meng Zhao's disappointment, Niu Dali hurriedly said,
"I, Old Niu, don't know, but my friend is well versed in the Insect Control Secret Art. He has studied all kinds of poisonous insects, secret insects, and strange insects. He will definitely recognize what kind of Human-Form Worm this is."
Meng Zhao was overjoyed. He had truly been troubled by this before. Back in Nan'an, and later in Lingwu City, he had enjoyed reading, using books to understand the world and its many secret matters of martial arts. Unfortunately, among those vast collections, there had never been any description of Human-Form Worms. There was clearly no record in this regard. Even if he returned to Lingwu City, he likely would not be able to uncover the Fat White Worm's true identity anytime soon.
Fortunately, Niu Dali had given him a pleasant surprise. Indeed, every profession had its specialty. One skilled in insect control would surely have extensive knowledge of all manner of bugs. If that man saw this Human-Form Worm in person, he should be able to answer Meng Zhao's questions and clear up his doubts.
After speaking, however, Niu Dali hesitated somewhat.
"Still, my friend is extremely fond of these rare and peculiar things. If he sees the Human-Form Worm, he may harbor thoughts of taking it by force. Brother, you should think this through carefully."
Meng Zhao laughed heartily. His eyes, brilliant as stars, gleamed with powerful confidence.
"Your friend is not easy to provoke, but am I, your brother, easy to provoke?
What I want most right now is to determine this little thing's identity. As for risks and the like, there is no need to worry. I can handle them."
"By the way, where is your friend now? How long would it take us to find him?"