Song Yan was momentarily stunned...
Understanding has dawned, he knows not to reveal anything about the "Formless Race," but what does "do not let him cultivate" even mean?
Before he could speak, the Ancient Formless Ancestor, Feng Chengzi, in the Faceless Mask was already fuming with rage.
"A calamity for the family, a calamity for the family... Who gave him the authority to prohibit my descendants from cultivation?"
Song Yan said calmly, "Listen closely, the child in your womb carries the bloodline of the Formless Ancient Race. You may not know what the Formless Ancient Race is, but you only need to know that should these four words be leaked, you... will neither be able to live nor die. Unless one day, you encounter other members of the Formless Race."
"Formless Ancient Race..." Xing'Er muttered this unfamiliar term.
Feng Chengzi then shouted from within the mask, "Zhang Han, leave some cultivation techniques for my descendants to cultivate."
