And judging by the looks of it, not only would he escape death, but he would also encounter a great stroke of fortune—just like now.
As the melodious flute drifted through the air, savage beasts gathered around the pool one after another: jackals, wolves, tigers, leopards, birds of prey, snakes, and pythons—all were present. More strangely, they were all controlled by the flute, not infringing upon one another in the slightest. The scene was exceedingly bizarre.
Ma Shaokang was startled as well. Looking around, his heart had already turned half-cold. Though his martial arts were formidable, faced with a situation like a Beast Tide, his chances of survival were slim.
Still, he did not panic. Beasts could not play the flute; only people could. And so long as it was a person, a creature capable of communication, he might not necessarily die.
"I wonder which senior is here. This junior, Ma Shaokang, rashly stepped into this place without knowing I had violated some taboo. I beg Senior to be magnanimous and not lower yourself to argue with a junior!"
Ma Shaokang sank his qi into his dantian, clasped his fists, and scanned his surroundings. His gaze was grave. If there were no reply, he would seek out the weakest point among the surrounding beasts and carve out a path to survival.
"Hee hee hee, how do you know I'm a senior and not a junior?"
A crisp, pleasant voice rang out. The next moment, the beasts gathered before Ma Shaokang slowly parted to either side, opening up a broad stretch of empty ground. At the same time, a ferocious Black Tiger carried a figure slowly toward him.
Ma Shaokang focused his eyes. The person riding on the Black Tiger's back was a woman dressed in coarse linen, her skin somewhat