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"Feng Wutong..."

Tang Wutong recited her new name, her small brows knitting together as if pondering whether it sounded pleasant.

Ah Yin was carrying a teapot toward the room when, the moment she heard the name "Feng Wulin," her hand trembled, and the teapot fell to the floor, shattering into pieces.

A few drops of boiling tea splashed onto Tang San's nose, the heat causing it to let out a miserable yelp.

"I'm sorry, I..."

Ah Yin crouched down to pick up the shards, taking a deep breath as she struggled to maintain her composure. "I will go fetch another pot."

Feng Yan watched Ah Yin leave without stopping her, saying offhandedly, "Do what you must, and do not dwell on the rest."

Meanwhile.

Tang... Feng Wutong had somehow stealthily retrieved a small net from the butterfly necklace around her neck.

She then tiptoed around behind Tang San, her eyes filled with a gleam of eager anticipation.

The net was not large, roughly the size of her head; she had prepared it specifically for catching butterflies.

Even though the Clear Sky Sect was located in a place hidden deep within the clouds, with steep mountain peaks where such things as butterflies were absolutely impossible to find...

Tang San's gaze remained fixed on Xiao Wu's gradually swelling abdomen, where its "precious son" was currently gestating.

Coupled with its divine sense and divine power being sealed, it failed to notice its own sneaky "daughter."

"Watch me ambush you!"

Ever since Tang San had yelped from being scalded by boiling water, Feng Wutong had taken notice of this three-headed dog.

A dog with three heads—such a novel thing was a curiosity she had never seen in the God Realm.

Feng Yan swept his divine sense over the scene, feeling deeply gratified.

Wutong was