The Clan Leader and Elders gathered around to report the recent happenings within the clan to Ningxin the Ancestor.
Tang Ningxin reassured everyone and then imrsed herself in the secret search for Song Yan.
The Faceless Mask and Talent could indeed alter one’s appearance and aura, yet Tang Ningxin, as the confidant of the Formless Ancestor, still held so unique identification thods.
...
Over a month later...
Outside the Shadow Studio, in the courtyard...
Song Yan and Tang Xing were enthusiastically chatting under an old tree, discussing fine wine, beautiful won, life’s aspirations, and cultivation realms, appearing thoroughly imrsed.
Tang Xing clasped his hands and said, "Never thought that I would have such aligned interests with Brother Zhang. Once things settle, you must co to the market; I’ll be your host then."
Song Yan smiled and was about to reply when he suddenly felt sothing, slightly turning his head.
A strand of wind blew in from outside the courtyard, swirling around and stirring up the leaves, causing them to rustle like wind chis swaying.
Tang Xing noticed the sudden quiet and, following his Brother Zhang’s expression, instinctively looked towards the direction of the wind.
There, at the entrance, the dazzling sunlight outlined a graceful figure seemingly crafted from golden light, with a turquoise skirt billowing like water waves, leaving one breathless with awe.
Tang Xing recognized who the newcor was and instantly jumped up, lowering his gaze and bowing respectfully on the ground, saying, "Ancestor!"
Within the Shadow Studio, the respectful cries of "Ancestor" echoed one after another.
Song Yan also bowed on the ground, respectfully addressing: "Ancestor."
He listened to the footsteps gradually approaching, watching the clean, spotless White Water Cloud Shoes slowly arrive in front of him, while also feeling the tension of the approaching turquoise-clad Divine Maiden.
Soon, he heard Tang Ningxin’s voice speak softly: "Tang Zhang, co with ."
Song Yan was montarily stunned until Tang Xing nudged him, and he pointed at himself in surprise, saying, "... ?"
Tang Ningxin looked down at the kneeling young man before her. After days of relentless investigation, she was entirely certain that Song Yan, who used the "Faceless Mask" to blend into the clan, was indeed the youth before her.
Yet this youth’s convincing act left her at a loss for words.
Tang Ningxin nodded, answering, "You."
Song Yan rose, flattered, and then, amidst envious glances from the crowd, he and Ningxin the Ancestor transford into rainbows, descending upon the Celestial Pool at the Ancestral Vein Peak.
The Celestial Pool remained, blossoms falling, only the dragon within the pool had vanished.
Upon reaching the Celestial Pool, Tang Ningxin waved a hand to isolate sight and sound, then turned, resembling a wife long-separated, her beautiful face showing hints of a wistful look, half-angry and half-pouting, she said, "Song Yan, you kept in the dark."
"Ancestor, you... what are you saying?" Song Yan looked at her in astonishnt, adopting a defiant stance despite being exposed.
Tang Ningxin said, "Back then, I waited for you at the Void Ruins, hoping for your return, but you never appeared. Do you know how much it hurt?"
She sighed and said, "I know I was wrong, but... doesn’t everyone have a stance? Everything I did was for the Formless Ancient Race. For that, even if I had to sacrifice myself, it would be worth it.
I know I’ve wronged you, know you won’t forgive , so... so here I am, whatever you ask of , I will accept."
Having said this, she slightly raised her head, looking into the distance, her beautiful eyes glistening with tears, her red lips slightly parted, she whispered, "I’ve really hoped for you to beco the Divine Infant, imagined you entering this realm under the gaze of everyone. Then, I would tell them all, you’re my partner, sharing fate with you, never to part."
Surprise slowly faded from Song Yan’s face as he removed the Faceless Mask, revealing his true appearance, then said, "Stop pretending, Tang Ningxin, the Yin Yang Profound Dragon has told everything. I know what you’ve co for."
Tang Ningxin, seeing his face, despite being prepared, still showed a montary daze.
She truly couldn’t imagine, why could this young man before her soar to such heights?
Clearly, at that ti, he was just a small Early Stage of Purple Mansion.
Tang Ningxin lowered her head and said, "Ningxin seeks nothing else, only hopes you can quell your anger. Yesterday’s stance, today’s position..."
As the words fell, she suddenly exclaid, for Song Yan had pulled her fiercely to his side.
But after the exclamation, the turquoise-clad Divine Maiden gently leaned against the man before her, her curved neck conceding.
The water of the Celestial Pool exploded like a teor falling, parting to both sides, creating vast waves.
The two silhouettes gradually sank in the pool, initially quickly but slowly as the pressure increased, surrounded by fading sunlight, the cold water dark and heavy, just a step from the mucky lakebed at the bottom.
Thunk!
Song Yan, holding Tang Ningxin, reached the lakebed.
The water churned.
Song Yan was never a paragon; if tasty at was presented, he wouldn’t hesitate to indulge.
At that mont, he began to feel the happiness and ease the turquoise-clad Divine Maiden brought him.
For a long ti...
The two returned to the edge of the Celestial Pool.
Tang Ningxin grood her damp hair, then tended to Song Yan, helping him don his robes, finally kneeling tenderly beside him, gazing into the distance together.
The tumultuous waves of the Celestial Pool just monts ago had already subsided, the midday sun now transford into the rosy hues of dusk, a gentle breeze passing over, the shimring lake surface soothing and tranquil, the heart calm.
The dignified and aloof Ningxin the Ancestor vanished, replaced by a tender partner akin to a supportive spouse.
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