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."
