One does not meddle in affairs that are not their responsibility.
But for Chen Yang, no matter how long he had been away from the Martial Department or how disgracefully he had left, the thought of completely letting go was impossible. Over a decade of service on the battlefield, guarding the nation's gates, the oaths and beliefs of old had been deeply etched into his very blood and marrow.
How could he possibly forget or turn a blind eye?
On a grander scale, the rise and fall of a nation is the responsibility of every citizen. Furthermore, before the Great Elder passed away, he had entrusted Chen Yang with protecting this beloved land one last time.
He recalled the past: the campaigns on the southern mountains, the clash of swords that swept across the lands, the glorious years of galloping on horseback. How could such memories not stir his blood? The resolute faces of those iron-willed men, smeared with blood yet smiling with pride, gradually came into focus in his mind.
