As the spiritual power was continuously drained, the wild goat and the pheasants, once lively and agile, gradually became sluggish. The alertness that had once filled their eyes was replaced by a sense of vacant submissiveness. Seeing this, Wang Jianguo stepped forward steadily and untied a length of thick rope he had prepared from his waist. He walked toward the wild goat first, skillfully looping the rope around its neck and limbs, murmuring to himself as he bound it:
"Old goat, please don't blame me for being heartless. In this cruel world, the law of the jungle is supreme. It is just your misfortune to fall into my hands today; call it the arrangement of fate. I only hope that in your next life, you are born as one of the strong, not so easily captured."
His voice was low and calm, as if he were speaking to the goat, or perhaps sighing at the ways of survival in this world. Once the goat was secured, he turned to the pheasants and efficiently tied their wings and claws. Soon, both the pheasants and the goat were securely bound, waiting to be taken back to the cave to serve as a nourishing feast for the mother tiger.
Chapter 403