They were unlike any other veterans Wang Zhan had encountered before. Perhaps the old soldiers in Oceania still retained some warmth and kindness. But for these old men, who had lived through turbulent times and the better part of their lives, they were not as easy to talk to as those other veterans. More often than not, they ignored any inquiries. This was despite the fact that the people before them were their descendants, or one could say, rooted from the same tree. Even their own children and grandchildren, upon seeing them, had no choice but to rush over respectfully and with full reverence to greet them.
"Father, why have you come out?"
"Mother..."
"Grandfather! What brings you here?..."
This was the irrefutable stature ascertained by their power and status.
