Hua Moli sighed with emotion:
"Moreover, Yang Ming, you must know that peace for humanity is hard-earned. Being able to live within a powerful regime is our greatest fortune.
"Look at those small countries; they are completely wiped out when faced with insect disasters. No one feels pity for them, and no one even goes to collect the bodies while international organizations constantly plead with various countries for funds.
"And then there's your homeland, the Luofeng Empire. The name sounds like a formidable nation, but in reality, it's just a vassal of the Sherman Empire. Constantly bled dry by the Sherman Empire, half of the population is below the subsistence level. People are actually going hungry in this age of civilization where we can jump to any corner of the Milky Way. Humanity still faces famine, it's simply..."
"This is all old news, hahaha!"
Yang Ming waved his hand:
"The current Wind is completely different from what you can find in online data."
"Really?"
