Come on, Release the Black Qilin Leopard!

The call Lu Xuan simulated with the Mirage Sound Pearl passed through layer after layer of barriers inside the Black Qilin Leopard's heart, awakening the deepest memory there—infinitely distant, yet intimately close.

Although it knew the one calling to it was only a human cultivator, the Black Qilin Leopard willingly chose to believe. Along with that, its attitude toward Lu Xuan grew much closer, and its gaze toward him softened completely.

Lu Xuan continued to simulate that voice in the Black Qilin Leopard's heart, feeling the fierce beast's affection for him. Under Pan Hong's astonished gaze from afar, he reached out and stroked the single horn atop the Black Qilin Leopard's head.

"Daoist Lu, you were far too reckless! That is a Fifth Grade fierce beast, far more vicious and brutal than an ordinary Fifth Grade Demonic Beast, and you actually dared to touch it!" Only when Lu Xuan returned to the Flying Boat did Pan Hong finally let out a breath, looking as if a heavy weight had been lifted from him.

"I made Daoist Pan worry. But I happen to understand that Black Qilin Leopard fairly well, and we can communicate with each other."

Lu Xuan said with a smile.

"Daoist Lu seems to have grasped the Black Qilin Leopard clan's method of communication? That tone of yours just now was exactly the same as theirs."

"Though I've spent many years researching and exploring the languages of the Demon Race, at most I can only vaguely sense the emotions in their hearts, let alone communicate with them in detail."

Pan Hong's tone carried a trace of envy.

"I happened to learn the communication language of this variety of Demonic Beast from some ancient text."

Lu Xuan casually brushed it off.

The two of them inspected the remaining Fifth