Lin Mo stared at the notification, his mind quickly connecting the dots to a conversation he wasn't privy to. The old man had been busy.
"Ah, it seems Taihao's little project is complete," Xingxing noted, seeing the look on his face. "A convenient upgrade for your intelligence-gathering problem, wouldn't you say? Your request for guidance on the Vindicator armor was a good starting point but it was reactive. Lihua's advice was to build your network. Taihao's solution is to give your network a divine sense of smell for corruption. Consider it a system-wide upgrade to your early warning system. It'll help you locate these breaches more easily."
"The Great Poison Demon..." Lin Mo murmured, the name feeling strange. The Poison Demon Cult would be thrilled to find out that the divine being they're worshipping had become part of the Pantheon.
