Dusk.

Yunhe Airport, within a radius of ten miles, was completely sealed off.

Unauthorized personnel are prohibited from entering or exiting.

Hundreds of planes are circling in the air.

Armed guards stand watch at every corner.

For, three years ago, Chen He-tu, the Southern Desolation's supreme commander who was hailed as a peerless national hero, arrived in Yunhe City today.

The highest command in Yunhe City mobilized troops, deployed generals, and sealed off the airport, all to prepare a grand and extravagant welcome ceremony for Chen He-tu, the Commander of Nanhua.

Meanwhile, prominent figures in Yunhe City rushed to the airport, eager to greet the Nine Dragons Commander and curry favor. However, they were all stopped ten miles outside the airport.

This makes them dare to be angry but not to speak.

Only able to look up, with my head toward the airport.

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However, nobody knew that Chen He Tu had come back by high-speed rail.

"Five years!"

"I, Chen He-tu, have finally returned!!"

Standing at the exit, he stared blankly at this familiar yet unfamiliar scene. It was overwhelming.

Pedestrians passing by stopped and stared at him. This was because he was wearing a tattered camouflage uniform, with patches of wear and tear all over it.

... in contrast to the fashionable pedestrians around him, dressed in suits and ties.

Chen He Tu didn't care about the gaze of passersby, his thoughts drifted far away.

Five years ago, he was framed and his Achilles tendon was severed before being thrown into an underwater prison. He thought he would spend the rest of his life in that prison.

Unexpectedly, a venerable sage not only healed his broken tendons but also imparted to him a secret technique.

After he had mastered it thoroughly, they banished him to the Southern Wilderness and made him swear a five-year vow.

Five years, serving in the Southern Wastes, not permitted to leave, not permitted...

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At that time, Nanhua was in the midst of war. He enlisted and served for three years, rising from a new recruit to a commander on one side.

Three years ago, the enemy assembled thirty-six legions of troops, numbering a million strong, and invaded the southern wilderness.

He led his troops into battle, single-handedly turning the tide of war. He beheaded thirty-six commanders and routed a million enemy soldiers.

In this battle, his fame spread far and wide, he achieved unparalleled feats, was appointed as the Southern Wilderness Commander, and awarded the National Master of Distinction Medal.

He spent another two years leading his troops in a personal campaign, unifying the thirty-six tribes surrounding Nanhuang and reclaiming three million li of lost territory!

Thus, he withdrew from the world.

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A sudden breeze swept past, and only then did Chen He-tu come to his senses.

Five years have passed, and he can finally come back.

I wonder how Mom and Dad are doing. Are they alright? Have their hair turned gray?

And also, my own fiancée, Tang Ying!

I wonder if she cut her hair and married someone else.

Thinking and thinking, Chen HeTu did not quicken his pace.

Soon, he walked to his home nearby.

This is a dilapidated shantytown. Five years ago, they said it would be demolished, but five years have passed and only the roofs have been removed. Many surrounding houses have already added two or three floors, probably to increase the area and get more compensation.

Looking back at my own home, it's dilapidated and can't withstand wind or rain.

He strode to the door and pushed open the battered wooden gate. Before him lay a strange yet familiar courtyard.

A white-haired man was locking the door with his back to himself.

Chen He Tu stood at the entrance of the courtyard, just like he did when he was a child, and shouted.

"Mom, I'm home!!"

A man with white hair turned his head instinctively. The lunchbox in his hand clattered to the ground. He stared at the figure at the door, incredulous, and said, "My son, is that you?"

"It's me, son I'm home!"

Chen He-tu strode quickly to his mother's side and knelt down with a thud.

"The son is unfilial!"

"These five years have worried you!!"

His head slammed heavily onto the ground.

Throughout five years of military service, he had endured pain and hardship, but never shed a tear. But at this moment, the tough and resolute man wept like a child.

Mother's face was covered in tears.

After five years of absence, my son has finally returned, rekindling a glimmer of hope in my fading heart.

Weiwei helped Chen He Tu up from the ground and said, "It's good that you're back, it's good that you're back!"

After saying that, she tightly grasped Chen He Tu's hand, as if letting go would mean losing her son again.

Chen He-tu also stood obediently beside his mother, never leaving his mother's side for a moment.

Her back was hunched, her hair white as snow, and wrinkles etched upon her face. He saw fleeting glimpses of his mother in her youth, just as she now held onto him. His guilt deepened.

After a long time, the mother finally reacted.

"How about you? Mom's going to make dinner for you."

Chen He-tu shook his head and said, "No, I already ate on the train."

The mother wiped away her tears and said, "Come in the house and talk."

Saying that, he opened the locked door again.

Chen He Tu suspiciously asked, "Mom, where's my dad?"

The mother was stunned for a moment, then lowered her head and said nothing.

Then Chen He-tu asked again, "By the way, Mom, where are you going with this lunchbox?"

He had already noticed the scattered food in the lunch box on the ground.

The mother remained silent.

A bad premonition washed over Chen HeTu's heart. He knew something must have happened at home!

He clutched his mother's shoulders with both hands, anxiously asking, "Mom, what happened at home? Where's Dad?"

Mother hesitated for a moment.

Chen He-tu, seeing this, continued, "Mom, if there's anything, just tell me! Your son is back now, no one dares to bully you anymore."

At this moment, an icy aura emanated from Chen He Tu.

But the mother felt an unprecedented sense of security at this moment.

Yes, the son is back. Now no one can bully the two of them.

Thinking about this, she wiped her tears and said, “Your dad... your dad... he's in the hospital.”

Chen He-tu was stunned for a moment and said, "Admitted to the hospital? Is my dad sick?"

Mother shook her head and whispered, "No, he was beaten."

Chen He Tu upon hearing this, was greatly enraged.

He was throwing fire ahead, scattering heads, for his country and his people. His own elderly father, however, was beaten in the rear and hospitalized. How could he not be enraged?

But seeing his mother's worried expression, he quelled the anger in his heart and calmly asked, "Mom, who hit my dad?"