Consort Lian pushed Helian Ci to drink his medicine. At this moment, only Nanrong Jinghua and Helian Sisi remained in the hall.

It was midday, and the sun was blazing overhead, so it was really hot that even having ice wouldn't have been of much use.

This time, Sisi no longer needed Nanrong Jinghua to hold her; instead, she sat obediently on the pear wood chair by herself.

The little girl was wearing a light green gauze dress, but her short legs were crossed, making her look anything but elegant. She held a small round fan embroidered with lotus flowers in her short hands and kept fanning herself.

There's nothing we can do about it. Just listen to how loudly the cicadas are chirping, and you'll know how hot it is.

Is Sisi hot?

Looking at the little girl's furrowed brows, Nan Rong Jinghua frowned slightly and spoke with concern.

"Hmm, aren't you hot, Master?"

Helian Si nodded his little head like a chick pecking at rice, looking at the refreshingly dressed Nanrong Jinghua, the little girl was quite envious.

So, are all handsome, celestial beings immune to heat? That's amazing! And... do these handsome, celestial beings fart?

If so, is your bottom smelly or smelly? A smelly bottom...

Hmm~ The little girl said she'd never seen it before.

Nan Rong Jinghua stood up and went to the little girl's side. Under the little girl's tilted, fluffy head and her puzzled gaze...

A hand with distinct knuckles was placed on the little girl's head, and as the hand seal was formed, a silver-white mark appeared on Nan Rong Jinghua's palm.

An invisible silver-white light enveloped Helian Mousi.

In an instant, Helian Si felt the sweltering heat on his body dissipate, replaced by a faint, cool chill that enveloped him.

The little girl blinked, then blinked again, her face filled with disbelief, her mouth slightly open in an "o" shape.

"Husband, husband, husband, is Sisi seeing things?"

Good heavens, could Master really be a god? Just like the Heavenly Dao Father!

A slight smile crossed the face of the divine being Nanrong Jinghua. He didn't answer the little girl's question, but instead took a pure white jade clasp from the waist of his silver robe.

He bent down and draped himself over the little girl's light green gauze skirt, his cascading black hair falling down with Nan Rong Jinghua's movements.

Helian Si stopped fanning himself with the small round fan embroidered with lifelike lotus flowers. He stretched out his short hand and touched Nan Rong Jinghua's hanging black hair with his chubby little finger.

Hmm, it's smooth. Is the Master using Pantene?

Thinking about it, the little girl leaned forward with her rosy cheeks, sniffed the air, and exclaimed, "Hmm~"

It doesn't seem to be Pantene...

"What are you doing, hmm?"

How could Nan Rong Jinghua not notice the little girl's little gesture? With his well-defined fingers, he affectionately stroked the little girl's pert little nose.

Caught red-handed, Helian Mousi was a little embarrassed, sheepishly withdrawing his short little hands, his cheeks flushed.

"Master, are you the Sea King?"

In an attempt to change the subject, Helian Mousi blurted out a vulgar and offensive remark.

The little girl, oblivious to her surroundings, blinked her eyes, her rosy face brimming with eager curiosity and undisguised gossip.

A hint of doubt flickered across the face of the divine being Nanrong Jinghua as he looked into the little girl's bright eyes. His gentle, ethereal voice spoke.

"What is... Aquaman?"

"Well, this 'sea king' is..." The little girl babbled on, explaining to Nan Rong Jinghua what a "sea king" and a "scumbag woman" were, and also subtly asked...

"Master, you're so handsome, how many women do you plan to have in your harem in the future?"