Zuan looked her over; she was pretty and charming, and looked to be sixteen or seventeen years old.

Fireworks then said, "Our Dream Clan is very ancient. Our race existed even before the appearance of the True God. There are many similar races in the myriad worlds."

Isabella nodded. Coming from the Global Chamber of Commerce, she naturally knew that many races were indeed very magical.

Fireworks then looked at Zuan with a mocking expression: "Compared to you short-lived humans, our lifespan is extremely long. A thousand years is barely considered adulthood."

Zuan: "..."

So you're older than my great-grandmother.

What exactly happened in the Dreamland?

“My mother died early, and my father felt sorry for me, so he never remarried until he suddenly met that woman a thousand years ago. She was very beautiful and knew how to charm people. After meeting her, my father seemed to become a different person. He no longer focused his energy on me, but on that woman,” Fireworks recalled. “I thought about how my father had been lonely for many years, and I was happy for him.”

"But if I had known that woman was a viper, I would have stopped them back then." She said this through gritted teeth.

"Ever since that woman became the mistress of the Dreamland, all sorts of strange things have started to happen there. One by one, the loyal old ministers of the father disappeared, but soon reappeared. At first, no one paid any attention, but now, looking back, those people have become her puppets."

Isabella asked curiously, "Who exactly is that woman?"

“You all know each other, and you’ve been quite familiar with each other lately,” Fireworks sneered.

A figure flashed into their minds, and Zaun and Isabella felt a chill run down their spines.