บท 1800: The Forgotten Person

The other three were Landry Knight, Danny Que and Blake Matthews. 

Among the eight of them, none was below the nirvana realm.

"Commander!" the 400,000 disciples shouted in unison. 

The title of commander was an unwavering belief.

Braydon Neal stood up, standing on the peak of the snowy mountain with his hands behind his back. 

He gazed down at his brothers who had followed him for half his life and softly said, "Everyone, it's been a long time!"

"Follow the commander and die without regret!" The children of the Northern Army had eyes like torches, burning with faith.

"It's been decades since you followed me from our hometown," Braydon continued softly. "Do you miss home?"

Who doesn't feel the love for their hometown? 

The men of the Northern Army were no different. 

After so many years, their parents might have already passed away!