Braydon Neal had personally imparted the secret directive, leaving no written records behind, only a single sentence for Luther Carden.
The effort Luther had invested in this endeavor was significant.
Westley Hader and the others felt a pang of guilt.
Over the past two years, their focus had been solely on their cultivation, driven by the singular goal of reaching the emperor realm as swiftly as possible to welcome Braydon back.
Yet, in their pursuit, they had all inadvertently neglected Luther, who had silently borne the weight of the situation.
With Braydon's imminent return, there was no need to keep certain matters concealed.
Everyone present constituted the core of the Northern Army.
"In the past two years, numerous elites have been deployed to the 16th ruin. The capital is on edge. Shouldn't we inform Heather about this?" Westley broached the topic softly.
