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."
Song Yan, Tang Fan quickly walked over.
Song Yan found a place to sit.
Tang Fan glanced at the middle-aged man not far away who seemed to be in the same situation as him, hesitated for a moment, but then thought it safer to sit next to the old demon Zhang, so he walked towards Song Yan. However, just before he sat down, Yingteng Master in the distance waved his hand, saying, "My young friend, sit by my side."
Tang Fan showed a wry smile.
Yingteng Master chuckled, "Come on, I’m fond of you.
Quickly come and chat with the ancestor, what sort of young lady do you like?"
Tang Fan helplessly sat down, like a large ice block, beside the Six-tailed Red Fox Demon, not daring to move.
Yingteng Master suddenly raised his hand to remove the pot of cooking human flesh and replaced it with a delicate tea table.
The items on the table were exquisite, full of ancient charm and each had its own characteristics.
On the tea table, there was a toad exhaling white mist, resembling cold air floating, hazy and indistinct.
Yingteng Master skillfully brewed the tea, handled the tea, distributed the tea, and then personally brought a cup to Tang Fan, smiling, "My young friend, it’s beneficial for you."
Tang Fan dared not refuse...
Meanwhile, by the distant old tree, Song Yan secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
He knew that if he hadn’t killed Zhang Han back then and was mistakenly taken for Zhang Han due to an unexpected turn of events, now the one being called a young friend and served tea by Yingteng Master would have been him.
Little Tang was walking into the script that should have been his...
Song Yan closed his eyes, meditating, adopting a posture of complete indifference to the outside world.
However, he dared to wager that if there weren’t any issues with the tea, he’d eat the tree behind him.
As for Little Tang, he had done his best; whether he lived or died wasn’t really his concern. Although he was quite tempted by the Secret Technique in the Faceless Mask, he could live without it, and at worst, he wouldn’t have it.
Compared to his quiet side, the other side was indeed as lively as a tea party with laughter and chatter.

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