Su Ping, dressed as the Rat Taoist, nodded slightly in acknowledgment and his gaze shifted towards the little white pig in the other's arms:
"It's naturally because I sensed the alien species in your embrace."
"Mass-breeding livestock and poultry indeed has great potential!"
"With the numbers increasing, the possibility of anomalies appearing also rises."
"Moreover, perhaps due to being in a spiritless environment for too long, the changes triggered by stimulation are somewhat more intense."
Su Ping reached out and took the little white pig from President Huang's hands.
Being a Golden Core, he lightly tapped the other's forehead.
He actually extracted the Divine Soul of the little white pig.
In the eyes of President Huang and the breeder behind him, it undeniably appeared as if the black-robed Rat Taoist laughed eerily and with a big grab, forcefully extracted the soul from the little white pig's body.