At Wenren Sheng's home.
Little Illusion was in low spirits.
"Didn't you say you were going to show us some big fireworks? Where are the fireworks now?" Wang Wenwen asked teasingly.
"They got bottled up and never went off," Little Illusion said resentfully.
"Girls should be refined. Don't talk like that," Ouyang Ling scolded.
"Got it, Grandma," Little Illusion muttered with a pout.
"Let's go to the backyard and set off some fireworks." Ouyang Ling took her hand and left.
Before long, fireworks bloomed in the sky.
This time, they were real fireworks, not ashes.
Wenren Sheng shook his head. He decided to give them a taste of their own medicine.
After the fireworks were over, he found Little Illusion.
"Who suggested that you blow up the volcano?" he asked.
"Just some ordinary guy. I'll show you."
Then, the appearance of a brown-skinned man appeared before Wenren Sheng. One look was enough to tell that he had smuggled himself from the Southern Continent to the North Continent.
It seemed the other party had gotten in touch with the Sole Supremacy Society and had been exploited by them.
"Oh, right. Later, another guy told me that volcanic eruptions were very dangerous and begged me to stop. But that was after you stopped me," Little Illusion continued.
"Looks like there are still sensible people around." Wenren Sheng nodded. "If anything like this happens again, notify me. Don't make decisions on your own."
"I didn't know it would be that dangerous. There wasn't anyone over there, and Teacher said that if earthquakes or volcanoes erupted in uninhabited areas, they were natural phenomena. Only eruptions in places where people gathered counted as natural disasters," Little Illusion defended herself.
"Oh, forget it. This isn't your fault. Someone set you up from behind the scenes," Wenren