"Huh? Can Master acknowledge someone unilaterally?" The little dumpling asked in surprise, as it was the first time she had heard of this kind of recognition.

Fu Lingguo Fairy blushed even more and said embarrassedly, "Oh dear, I just admire Yan Zhen Heavenly Venerable!"

Actually, it's because Yan Zhen Tianzun is too powerful. As long as Fu Ling Guo Xian says that he is Yan Zhen Tianzun's disciple, most of the little mountain spirits don't dare to mess with him.

As for the so-called true master and false disciple, anyway, the Heavenly Venerable Yan Zhen is far away from the emperor and doesn't know that he is using his name.

The little dumpling continued, "Then can you find Yan Zhen Tianzun?"

The Immortal of the Blessed Fruit shook his head, "I've never even met him!"

Qingxi sighed: "You little devil, you dare to claim someone as your master without ever having met them! Now look what's happened, there's no one left to help you!"

The little dumpling also lowered its head and sighed along with its mother.

Seeing their disappointed looks, the Immortal of Fortune Fruit clapped his hands and shouted, "Hey, hey, hey, don't be discouraged! Although he's not my real master, it's true that he lives in the Carefree Continent of the South Sea!"

"Let's go to Xiaoyao Continent. We're sure to find him there and heal the little dumpling and the other people in the capital."

South China Sea? Xiaoyao Island?

The little girl became interested; she had never been to that place before, nor had she ever seen the sea.

It would be so much fun if I could actually go.

The little girl looked at her mother with bright, sparkling eyes, indicating that she was happy to go.

Qingxi frowned. The journey was long, and the South China Sea was full of stormy waves, making the voyage difficult.

She was naturally willing to go through hardships for her daughter, but what about the little dumpling?

She absolutely cannot take her on this risk!

Qingxi gently patted the little dumpling's head and said in a gentle yet firm tone, "Mother will go back and make preparations with your father and brothers. We will set off for Xiaoyao Continent in the next two days. Before we return, Mother will have your sister Yao take care of you."

"No, Mother, I want to go with you." The little dumpling hugged Qingxi's waist and buried his head in her chest, acting coquettishly.

Qingxi patted her back gently, still firmly saying, "No! The sea is unpredictable, and no one knows what will happen next."

"If you truly care about your mother, then stay here obediently and wait for us to return."

Qingxi remained firm in her stance, refusing to budge no matter how much the little dumpling pleaded with her.

The little dumpling could only watch helplessly as her mother and the Fairy of Fortune Fruit left, while she remained inside the house.

Yao Ling pulled the tiny girl into her arms and comforted her, "My little dumpling, your mother is only doing this for your own good. Let's pray for their safety here and for them to return home soon, okay?"

The little boy nestled his face in Yao Ling's arms, nodding and whispering, "Mmm!" while fighting back tears.

Late that night.

Little Tuanzi and Yao Ling were fast asleep, completely unaware that a figure was slowly approaching.

Su Momo walked to the door, holding an oil drum and a torch in her hand, her eyes filled with resentment and fierceness.

During dinner, she drugged the food. By then, the guards outside were already fast asleep, and no one stopped her.

As Su Momo poured oil on the door and windows, she said, "You've ruined my Yong-gege and destroyed my happiness. Since that's how it is, none of us will have an easy time! I want you all to suffer the same pain as me for the rest of your lives!"

After saying that, Su Momo gritted her teeth and threw the torch heavily against the door.

A spark ignites upon contact with oil, and the fire spreads uncontrollably, growing ever more intense.

Seeing the towering flames, Su Momo burst into wild laughter.

"Die! All of you, die!"

Inside the room, Yao Ling first felt as if something was drilling into her nose and mouth, and then the surroundings became increasingly hot.

"Cough cough!" Yao Ling choked on the thick smoke, and when she opened her eyes, she saw bright and terrifying flames.

She quickly sat up, covered her nose with her sleeve, and immediately spotted the water vat by the wall.

Because Xiao Tuanzi and Qingxi were locked inside, Yao Ling specially had a water tank brought over to store water for them so that they could use it more easily.

Yao Ling quickly splashed the water from the vat onto the quilt.

The little dumpling was awakened by her noise. Flames billowed black smoke and rushed over, choking her until her eyes watered.

Yao Ling quickly wrapped the little dumpling in the wet blanket, then looked around to see where there was a way out.

But the doors and windows were engulfed in flames, leaving no way out.

Yao Ling drew her sword, intending to try and cleave open a window, but the fiery flames blocked her way.

"Help...!" The little dumpling opened its mouth to cry for help, but Yao Ling covered its mouth and nose with a wet blanket.

"Don't shout! Don't breathe too heavily! You'll get choked by the thick smoke," Yao Ling told her.

The little girl looked at Yao Ling protecting her, one of her arms already on fire, and tears streamed down her face in fear and anxiety.

Ignoring her own injuries, Yao Ling was still looking around trying to figure out a way to get out.

Damn it! This fire is so big, it must have been arson!