He vaguely saw the same person walking on the stone road ten years ago. He was also wearing a green shirt, and his dark skin looked like a luminous body in the sun. He walked up all the way, and he stood here looking at him, smiling. He looked up as he walked, waved his hands, and ran up with a rush of energy. Now the man came up the mountain along the same stone slabs, but without the jump of his youth. Suddenly, he raised his head and looked at Misu from a distance. Misu felt sad, and he walked up step by step. Mi Su watched him walk into the mountain gate, step up the steps, and stand face to face with her. The man overlapped with the shadow of his youth. Mi Su's heart felt hot, and she wanted to call out the name that had not been spoken for many years: "Langmu." But something seemed to be stuck in her throat, but she couldn't. Seeing Langmu bowing and saying: "Sir Son of God." The shadow suddenly parted, Mi Su felt her eyes darken. Yes, he was no longer the young Langmu who talked to him about everything. He was the general of Hulun, maybe the person chosen by Sura, maybe the ruler of the entire continent. Misu also bowed and replied: "Lord Langmu."