The future of our Formless Ancient Race still needs you to support it!
I know you have been wronged, but as long as I am here, you will not be treated unfairly in the future."
Tang Yi, upon hearing this, felt a surge of excitement. His gaze towards Song Yan was almost ablaze. Although he was from the Formless Ancient Race, he had married a woman from another tribe, so strictly speaking, he was considered an outsider in the end.
This is how his life is, but he has descendants.
He doesn't want his descendants to be like this forever!
However, it seemed that the clan had already tacitly agreed that his lineage would be doing such work, causing Tang Yi to feel resentment.
But Song Yan's words gave him hope.
"Rest assured, uncle, if this matter gets leaked, I, Tang Yi, will present my head before you!"
The two were completely communicating through thoughts.
Little An Li thought there was an awkward silence.
