Braydon Neal was back!
The 80,000 the capital garrisons collectively welcomed him. The rumbling sound waves were like thunder, resounding throughout the entire sky above the capital.
Everyone in the capital heard this.
His Highness, Braydon, had returned!
Everyone looked up at the sky.
A white-robed youth stood with his hands behind his back, stepping on a flying sword as he flew over from the distant sky. His expression was calm as he descended at the southern gate of the capital.
It was Braydon.
Braydon flew over on his sword.
The 80,000 capital garrison guards were mobilized.
At the same time, the governor office had been in charge of the capital garrison for generations and was responsible for the security of the capital.
Tristan Yandell was dressed in governor clothes. He strode over and said solemnly, "The governor of the capital, Tristan Yandell, welcomes the return of the commander!"
