Little Ma, Don't Be Angry

As a somewhat desolate, mournful flute melody began to play.

The music Ma Shitu and his Dao companion had been performing in the Lakeheart Pavilion, which had originally been harmonious enough to be called a perfect duet, instantly felt off.

It was like a hotel chef preparing an excellent dish.

It had originally won unanimous praise from everyone.

But then, to everyone's surprise, Ba Sang, a master chef responsible for state banquets, brought out an unparalleled delicacy.

As a result, that original fine dish naturally seemed utterly ordinary.

Ma Shitu and Hu Lingbao were much the same.

Their compatibility had originally seemed like a match made in heaven to everyone else.

But Tang Yu's arrival reduced the two of them from a perfect score of one hundred to eighty.

And Tang Yu, this perfect score of one hundred, naturally guided Hu Lingbao's zither music into a duet with his own.

Ma Shitu, who had been forcibly interrupted, had just been about to merge his soul with that of his Dao companion, Hu Lingbao.

After being forcibly cut off like that, he instantly suffered backlash and showed signs of cultivation deviation. His body began to shake violently, as though he were having an epileptic fit.

Hu Lingbao, however, was not affected in the slightest.

It was like a lock: if it was about to be opened by one key, what did it matter if that key was replaced with another?

As long as it could be opened, would the lock itself suffer any harm?

Only after Tang Yu took Ma Shitu's place and began cultivating did Hu Lingbao abruptly realize that this was not her Dao companion, but Patriarch-Master Tang Yu!

For some reason, her heart filled with a few extra traces of excitement.

An incomparably charming blush appeared on her