As he spoke, he sneered again, "To use it for having children, there's a chance we could raise a branch of the Formless Race that obeys us."
The suspicion in the expression of Yingteng Master disappeared, and he chuckled, "Zhang Han, you think well, but you still don't know much. This Ancient Race, passing down from one lineage to the next, if they have already birthed offspring with the bloodline, they can give birth no more."
Having said that, he slightly raised his chin, looking at Tang Fan, smiling, "Young man, are you married?"
Tang Fan wasn't foolish enough to tell the truth at this moment, so he clenched his fist and said, "Even though I am not, my heart already belongs to someone, and you shouldn't think of having me marry another."
Yingteng Master laughed loudly, waving his claw, and said, "Don't just stand there, come sit. Even if you don't eat human flesh, having some Profound Wine and Profound Tea is good. Wait for those behind."
