How could Mo Fang not know what was going on here?
He was one of the observers and participants of that vast era... an era that had, in fact, continued to this day.
Though he had never been able to lead or influence it, through key figures such as Qiu Wanshan, he had witnessed and experienced how, over the past thirty years, the torrent of the times had surged, leaped, collided, and turned amid the ravines carved by the erosion of Aberrant Species environments and the tearing conflicts of human will.
This should have been the most ordinary sort of reminiscence. Yet with such a special figure beside him, and that special figure's gaze seeming to rest on him intentionally or otherwise, smiling without quite smiling, Mo Fang inexplicably felt guilty.
Could he really think we did something?
President Qiu Wanshan was unlike Gao Wenfu of Lake City, who had involved himself deeply in every aspect of governing a major metropolis and thoroughly become the Dominator of Spring City. He was more like Ouyang Chen of Xia City, having reached a relatively balanced relationship with the military and government departments. Still, wherever governance and broader political circumstances were involved, there would inevitably be calculations and compromises. No one dared claim to have been entirely clear of conscience from beginning to end.
If that question were put before Ouyang Chen, he would not answer it especially readily either.
Normally, no one would demand perfection. But in the hands of those with ulterior motives, it was easy to find an excuse...
Just as Mo Fang's thoughts were running wild, Ronan continued, "I heard that many Wanderer tribes were concentrated in the plateau regions northwest and southwest of this defensive line back then. Even after the Vagrant Return to City policy was forcibly