Chapter 3291 Boiling

When the three-eyed boy left them be, Elvinia turned to Zen with a grim expression.

A thought struck her about the man's real identity.

Some moments earlier, in the face of death, Dorothy had called out Zen's name, which was bewildering.

When appearing on the Other Shore with his physical body, Zen assumed a different name, changing his voice along with it. This made it impossible for anyone to recognize him.

But after hearing how Dorothy called after him, Elvinia noticed something — studying 'Thad' in front of her, she couldn't help but compare him to Zen's image in her mind. Their silhouettes seemed to be almost identical.

While she now bore many great doubts in her mind, she didn't feel it right to voice them out just yet.

Standing at the door, she asked, "Now what do we do?"

Zen merely shrugged and pointed inside. "What else is there to do? We just have to do as he ordered."

"But Dorothy…" As she spoke, Elvinia raised her hand.

As Zen realized that Elvinia was about to activate her space ring, something in his expression changed.

He couldn't tell if the three-eyed boy was still hiding in the darkness around him. It would be bad for them if Elvinia exposed what she had in her space ring.

"What did Dorothy say to you?" Zen asked abruptly, cutting off her attempt to reveal the candles.

She frowned but understood that he meant to keep the candles concealed. Well aware that she wasn't a good liar, Elvinia just pouted and said stiffly, "Nothing."

"Let's go inside and have a look," Zen said before entering the hut.

It was much wider than the other two below. The shelves on either side were filled with colorful Burning Crystals, while several narrow vessels of various lengths were placed on the shelves that faced the door.

Behind the vessels were a few white, cotton threads, used as candle wicks.

Seeing all the mundane resources in the hut, Elvinia felt the onset of a headache.

Did she really need to do such menial work as candle-making?

In the Phoenix Palace, it was common to see Glint Pearls as large as a house. The ingenious craftsmen would carve the pearls into various shapes, dotting the palace corners.

There, candles, used only by mortals, were such a rare matter.

"Are we really going

topic was unexpected, but Zen smiled and said, "Well, your soul fire is powerful enough on the Other Shore. Even Efrain's soul fire is far less powerful than yours."

"I know someone with flames much more powerful than mine. If she employs her preternatural fire on the Other Shore, I bet it would have power much greater than the divine flames of the Sun Crow race," Elvinia explained calmly.

"Really? Is there someone in the Source World with flames more powerful than yours?" Zen was doubtful about it — the divine flame of the Sun Crow race was the most powerful flame he had ever witnessed in the entire Source World.

"Of course, there is," Elvinia laughed. "My disciple's preternatural fire is both unique and miraculous. When my mother activated it with her secret skill, the fire nearly burned up the entire Phoenix Palace. It's incredibly powerful. My disciple suffered from her own fire's counterattack and almost..."

As Zen listened to Elvinia's words, he stared intently at the Burning Crystals in the pot. They gradually showed signs of melting.

But his brow shot up at the mention of Elvinia's disciple.

'Elvinia is still so young herself.

When on earth did she accept a disciple?' he wondered to himself.

But on second thought, he recalled once hearing Laquisha, Lavender, and Nelly addressing her as 'Little Master' during his visit to the Phoenix Palace.

'A disciple who possesses powerful flame… isn't she talking about Laquisha?' he was taken aback by the sudden revelation.