"The Pet Beast World is truly wondrous..."
Watching as these two old fellows play with Feifei's core with mechanical hands, hands marked by thick calluses and burns.
Meanwhile, in Su Ping's soul contract, Feifei's cries also resounded:
"Damn, don't... sob sob sob... Feifei is dirty now! I'm sorry, Ely, Ah Ning, Ailin, Xiao, Bobo..."
Su Ping's forehead was lined with black streaks.
Just as Su Ping was about to lose his patience, the two finally stopped, and the Mad Saint blinked with his mechanical eyes emitting scarlet beams, saying:
"Su Ping, do you know how your pet beast was born? We suspect it's very likely related to the current research project at the Mechanical Association."
Su Ping slightly raised his eyebrows: "What project?"
The Mad Saint didn't answer directly but tantalized him:
