His worries and aging were entirely understandable.
Back when Xu the Eldest had been younger, he too had felt incomparably proud of his son's talent and accomplishments.
Until one day, his gaze suddenly fell upon the son before him.
Only then did he realize that, without his noticing, his son had grown this tall. All at once, he felt a little unfamiliar.
Then Xu the Eldest thought of his son's talent and cultivation.
That unfamiliarity had somehow turned into fear.
He began to fear his son. Although Xu Sheng had only just turned ten at the time,
his cultivation had already reached the Martial Spring Realm. If one day this son of his lost control of his emotions, he would probably need only a single finger to crush him to death with ease.
Xu the Eldest had lived in this panic ever since.
Yet he had never told anyone.
"Eldest, what do you think?"
Hearing this, Xu Hanzhong turned his gaze toward his eldest son.
"This child believes that Sheng'er is already seventeen. Over these past years, perhaps our protection of him has always been... too thorough."
Xu the Eldest spoke, then fell silent for a moment, as though considering his wording.
"But I truly cannot be certain whether our protection of Sheng'er has ultimately been good or bad."
"..."
Xu Hanzhong remained silent.
He knew what his eldest son was trying to say.
Indeed, protecting Xu Sheng in this manner—even ensuring that the outside world could not recognize his existence—could guarantee that Xu Sheng cultivated step by step and attained the achievements his talent ought to attain.
Yet such "protection" would also make Xu Sheng somewhat abnormal.
When Xu Hanzhong had been seventeen, he had already roamed the streets of Greenwood City, making quite a few fair-weather friends.
Though