After leaving Motie Mountain, Chen Chuan drove toward the city. A strong wind had picked up, sending leaves and flower petals dancing through the air, and the temperature seemed to have dropped significantly.
But he found it quite comfortable. Gripping the steering wheel, he recalled his earlier conversation with Senior Brother Cao. He couldn't help but think, 'Although the old era's Imperial Family has been overthrown and the old era itself seemingly buried, many of its aspects undoubtedly still hold a profound influence over the present. It's difficult to make a clean break.'
'This is true not just internally, but externally as well.'
'The remnants of the old era in the Merging Land have numerous connections with many companies around the world. Otherwise, it would have been impossible for them to engage in military confrontations with the garrisoned forces.'
'This is the case in Dashun, and other countries likely face similar problems.'
