At the same time, inside Meng Yao's rented apartment.
The "woman" Meng Yao spoke of, after smoothing things over with Meng Yao's parents, slowly pulled out a lollipop from her pocket and gracefully started to chew on it.
"I really am not suited for this kind of complicated logistical work, it's just too mind-numbing..."
Despite her words, a satisfied smile clearly appeared on Taotie's face.
"I actually think you're being too kind to that little girl."
Unnoticed, a skinny, withered figure of a man emerged from the darkness and spoke in a tone that seemed to suppress something.
"She's just a Divine Descendant who lost the 'Mythical Armament,' she's not worth all this trouble."
Facing the skinny man's retort, Taotie simply smiled indifferently.
"This precisely proves that the little girl is not one of those Ancient Gods reborn through possession."
"Since the establishment of the 749th Bureau, the 'Possessors' we've discovered number nearly a hundred."
