"I'll stay here and keep her company."
Just as Qin Shaofeng was about to say something more, Xuanwu's voice, which he had not heard in who knew how long, suddenly rang out.
A flash of light gleamed from his left shoulder, and Xuanwu's figure appeared.
Xuanwu was indeed a powerful aid.
Especially when Qin Shaofeng had first gained Xuanwu's recognition, that had been even more so.
But Xuanwu understood Qin Shaofeng's identity, and he understood even better what an elder ought to do.
All this time, Xuanwu had been someone Qin Shaofeng often forgot.
Even in many life-and-death crises, Xuanwu might not necessarily step forward to help.
Not until that battle not long ago.
Xuanwu had truly come to recognize his own shortcomings, as well as Qin Shaofeng's personal strength.
Even without the matter at hand, he had already harbored similar thoughts.
Once a young eagle grew up, it naturally had to rely on itself to fly.
He, Xuanwu, could indeed still be of considerable help to Qin Shaofeng.
But he was Xuanwu, Qin Shaofeng's martial uncle. Since he could no longer serve as Qin Shaofeng's life-saving trump card, it was naturally time to truly let go.
Others might not understand Xuanwu's painstaking intentions, but Qin Shaofeng understood them perfectly.
It was much the same as with Li Naling and the others by his side.
The difference was that Li Naling and the others had special identities and had needed to remain hidden and keep secrets in the past, leaving them no choice but to stay concealed at his side.
Though their relationship was quite good, it was more of one of mutual assistance.
He also knew clearly what kind of trials he needed. The fact that he would likewise refrain from calling them out to fight at certain times