He was afraid!
They were afraid that the eight million disciples would enter the cosmos and never return.
He was even more afraid that his brothers' souls would be lost to the starry sky and buried in a strange land.
Braydon Neal had experienced tragic times in his youth, and he didn't want to go through it again.
Lester Crawford, the little monk, touched his bald head and walked over.
"Dog Braydon, you've changed!" he said angrily.
Braydon took a deep look at Lester.
This little monk wanted to be beaten up again!
"When you were young," Lester said languidly, "you were domineering and determined like a sword. You were powerful on the outside, repelling the barbarians, and suppressing the nine provinces on the inside. Who dared to disobey the Northern King's killing order?
"It's not the same anymore!" Lester mumbled.
He had seen how domineering Braydon was when he was young.
