As a Yaoqing native, the boy had practically grown up listening to stories about the general.
He had heard plenty of stories whose truth he couldn't verify.
For instance, when the general first took office, he had personally gone to the front lines. Without eating, drinking, sleeping, or resting, he had fought like a tireless machine, dealing with the Golems that had plagued the other Xianzhou for so long in just one short month.
Lan: "..."
That had to be fake. An ordinary person would have starved to death long before going a month without food, water, or sleep.
Looking at the Yaoqing natives around him, who treated the general as their faith, he always felt out of place.
It was as though, in their eyes, the general wasn't a man with joys and sorrows, but an omniscient, omnipotent god who would unconditionally grant their every request.
Whatever happened on the Yaoqing, he never blamed his subordinates. He only took responsibility himself.
People had voluntarily erected Longevity Tablets for him, praying devoutly that the general would live on and on.
They never questioned why the general had lived for centuries. Instead, they joyfully continued worshipping him, believing he would surely lead them all to everlasting life.
Lan couldn't understand it. Sometimes, he would stare blankly at the Longevity Tablet his mother worshipped.
What kind of person could possibly carry such profound hopes from everyone?
Just thinking about it was... unbelievable.
And the general really did fulfill everyone's wishes.
He couldn't bear to let a single Yaoqing native suffer, and often visited their homes personally to solve their problems.
Lan had already experienced that firsthand as a child. :)
He had heard about the general's deeds so often that his ears were practically calloused.
After joining the General's Residence, Lan felt