Clan Ancestor Ningxin felt the naturally resting hand on her shoulder and said blandly, "What I have spoken earlier, you already know and have promised, yet why aren't you letting go?"
Song Yan scanned the garden below the Secret Realm, noticing many members of the Formless Ancient Race arriving one after another. With their skills, observing Song Yan and Clan Ancestor Ningxin's closeness from afar was as clear as seeing it up close.
He asked, "Etiquette?"
Clan Ancestor Ningxin raised her hand and lightly dusted off Song Yan's fingertips.
Song Yan released his grip.
Clan Ancestor Ningxin said blandly, "Of course, it's etiquette. What I spoke of, only you, the clan leader, and I know of, the juniors do not. If you are so close to me, what will the juniors think?
It would defy ethics, and a clan without ethics is no clan. This brings no benefit to the Formless Ancient Race, so... hereafter, do not be impudent before outsiders."
