Yang Chen asked in surprise, "What, from the sound of it, if someone else partnered with you to reproduce, you might not even let the offspring acknowledge him as their father?"
"You think everyone is like you humans?" Xing Tong said elegantly, arms folded. "For us insectfolk, males can be treated as slaves. We usually reproduce by ourselves; even when we use males, it is mostly for utility. Why would we let the offspring acknowledge them as their father? But you are different. You are very strong and worthy of my status. Letting the child know you are its father would not be shameful."
Hearing this, Yang Chen immediately waved his hand. "Forget it. I cannot enjoy the blessings of your insectfolk."
"What are you afraid of? At our realm, physical bodies can be changed at will. What you and I enjoy is the union of souls. What difference does race make? The key is that mutual interests matter more." Xing Tong said.
Yang Chen shuddered. "I cannot understand your way of thinking. Do not bring up this sort of thing again."
Xing Tong shook her head. Yang Chen was still a little too young. Otherwise, he would not fail to understand just how alluring her request was.
The two chatted as they traveled, and before long, they entered the insectfolk's ranks.
The insectfolk were a very peculiar race. They had no particular universe where they resided, instead existing in every universe apart from Origin Land.
They would occupy a territory, yet no one dared provoke them, because the insectfolk were often powerful beyond reason.
At a glance, the insectfolk's ranks looked very similar to those of the Spirit God Clan. Comparatively speaking, the insectfolk did not outnumber the Spirit God Clan by much.
Yang Chen observed carefully. He could