"Forget it. I should go back and nurse my injuries first!"
Qin Shaofeng truly did not want to keep watching such a battlefield. He let out a deep sigh and spoke.
Tian Wuyun understood Qin Shaofeng's feelings very well and did not try to persuade him too much.
With a light nod, she led Qin Shaofeng and the others back to the room where they had been staying.
Free of the entanglement of other thoughts, Qin Shaofeng finally felt his mind recover slightly.
Gusu Hanxing, who had remained at Qin Shaofeng's side the whole time, saw his present expression and vaguely felt as though she had returned to the days when they were still in the Wuling Divine Sect.
Qin Shaofeng was filled with worries, making him fundamentally afraid to reveal his true self before others.
At this moment, not only were his words false—every last thing he displayed was false.
Others might find such a feeling difficult to sense.
But as the woman beside Qin Shaofeng's pillow, Gusu Hanxing had watched him disguise himself for so many years. How could she fail to notice?
Since there was no way to ask directly, Gusu Hanxing naturally did not speak again.
They still communicated through their gazes.
With only a few occasional shifts in his eyes, Gusu Hanxing had already understood Qin Shaofeng's general meaning.
Do not ask anything now. You do not need to know anything, and you do not need to do anything.
Gusu Hanxing increasingly sensed the danger of the situation.
Yet she never truly asked anything. She merely sat quietly beside Qin Shaofeng, as though she really were nothing more than an utterly ordinary little woman.
She truly did nothing, and Ge was equally quiet.
But that little ghost seemed to fear Qin Shaofeng's disregard and said,