A few days later, Song Yan arrived at the Ancestral Shadow Studio, where order had already been restored. A mature-looking man with an elegant demeanor was directing and encouraging the crowd in front.
"Our Formless Ancient Race has been a great clan for thousands of years, enduring countless storms. Though we face betrayal from one person now, even without her, the Shadow Studio won’t falter!"
Tang Yi stood with his hands behind his back, looking at the Ancient Race disciples in the Shadow Studio, and spoke loudly, "Our clan’s honor is everyone’s honor, and its disgrace everyone’s disgrace. I hope you will quickly take over the Shadow Studio and allow our Formless Ancient Race to resume its observation of the surroundings."
Having said that, he began to walk around the Shadow Studio, and upon seeing Song Yan enter from outside, he quickly stepped forward and said kindly, "Xiao Zhang, I’ve heard about your situation. Those Sword Alliance disciples have pushed you so hard; surely, one day, you’ll pay them back in kind. For now, focus on recovering from your injuries."
After his words, Tang Yi patted Song Yan’s shoulder and offered a supportive smile to the young man.
Song Yan said, "Thank you, Chief Steward, but I think I’m mostly recovered and should be able to work now."
Tang Yi smiled and said, "The next clan gathering isn’t far off. Have you taken a fancy to any young lady? Our clan has loosened up quite a bit; even if you fancy a female cultivator from outside, we can send someone to arrange a matchmaking."
Song Yan said in surprise, "Really?"
Tang Yi laughed and said, "It seems you really have, youngster. Hahaha! If there’s anything you need from me then, feel free to ask."
Song Yan seemed touched by his enthusiasm and deeply said, "Thank you, Chief Steward."
Tang Yi nodded and walked away.
Incidentally, he roughly knew about the significant events happening within his clan. After all, in his impression, Clan Leader Tang Xiaoxuan was not like that before, nor was Ancestor Ningxin’s attitude towards the Clan Leader the same.
But such serious matters... how could a steward without a Faceless Mask or an elder title get involved?
Yet, having lived here for many years, with his wife, children, and elderly parents all present here, he was long bound to this place.
As long as the Formless Ancient Race existed, so would he. If it ceased, then he too would perish.
Good and evil, who can manage it? Who can discern it clearly?
He merely wanted to protect his family.
...
Song Yan arrived at the Shadow Studio.
The studio was managed by an Elder, who was currently accounting for the stock of Demon Bird Shadow Puppets.
Nowadays, the Magic Technique of "Hundred Forms Divine Control" combined with Shadow Puppets is the best way to explore. Ancient Race disciples could control anywhere from a dozen to dozens of Shadow Puppets individually.
"Tang Zhang, quickly come over and see what Shadow Puppets you need to replenish."
Song Yan walked over and said with a wry smile, "My disciple’s Shadow Puppets are completely depleted, all lost outside."
The Elder said, "No matter, swiftly make your selection, and then follow the unified dispatch to be responsible for monitoring your area."


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