Time flew by, and in the blink of an eye, it was 1928.
In the new year, the situation outside remained chaotic—a paradise for the ambitious and a hell for ordinary people.
On the northern continent, the second clash between the new forces and the old forces was about to begin.
A few months later, a shocking train explosion would completely rewrite the course of history.
And none of it had much to do with Kuching on Borneo.
The entire city felt none of that suffocating pressure of a storm about to break.
For most ordinary people, kings and nobles, dynastic changes, and the rise and fall of regimes were forever just topics of conversation after meals.
Humanity had been caught in that cycle for thousands of years anyway. There was nothing surprising about it.
Not only did people lack the ability to influence their country's fate, but even taking control of their own lives required every ounce of their strength.
What was the point of thinking about such things?
Perhaps on some quiet night, an ordinary person bent double beneath the weight of life would also dream a beautiful dream:
"If only I could take down the whole world by myself!"
"No cilantro!"
On the night of January 22.
Li Qiwei spent a wonderful New Year's Eve at home with his entire family.
The Li Family now numbered over a hundred people, counting Li Qiwei and his two brothers along with their children. They were unquestionably a massive clan.
His eldest brother, Li Bokai, was even on the verge of becoming a great-grandfather. When that happened, the Li Family would have five generations living under one roof, the envy of outsiders.
In troubled times, such a great clan was like a reef in the sea, standing firm and unshaken.