Just...
"Master, do you need those people captured alive?"
Song Yan said, "Absolutely not, kill them as you see fit, and don't worry about the Formless Ancient Race finding out. In fact... if they end up offending the Formless Ancient Race, all the better."
Immortal Mother Xing said, "Understood."
Song Yan suddenly raised his hand, reaching forward lightly.
Immortal Mother Xing was momentarily stunned, but then she straightened her delicate figure proudly.
However, as that hand was about to touch her chest, it slid to the side, grabbing the silk fabric on both sides to cover up the snow-white curves.
"Aunt Xing, you are a senior; wear more clothes in the future. What kind of propriety is this?"
"Yes..."
"Moreover, the one who comes to capture you might not be just an Early Stage of Purple Mansion, but someone stronger.
For this, we might need to borrow the power of the Formless Ancient Race."
