Pigs come in all sorts: black, white, spotted, and fragrant.
The one before him, however, was purple.
The pigpen was especially foul-smelling.
Though there was only one pig, the stench was more overpowering than that of a sty holding a dozen!
The purple pig groggily opened its eyes, which were like black crystals.
Their gazes met, and the black crystals seemed to swirl into a vortex, completely capturing Tang Wen's attention.
"That pig's an Extraordinary hybrid. It's lazy. You don't need to pay it any mind."
A faint voice interrupted Tang Wen's surprise.
He wanted to ask a few more questions, but he'd been through enough for one night.
He didn't want any more trouble right now.
His Spiritual Power materialized, lifting the entire pigsty shack into the air.
Stone brick... stone brick... stone brick...
Nothing?
"The item is on the wall. Why are you dismantling the pigpen?"
Tang Wen's brow furrowed.
As if he could no longer support it, he withdrew his Spiritual Power.
