"Shen Luo, Friend Shen, looking at your pathetic state, caught between human and ghost, you must be in great pain, aren't you? I'll reluctantly show a bit of compassion and send you on your way, to spare you some suffering," Zhao Tong muttered under his breath, lifting his palm to strike down on Shen Luo's head.
"Stop," suddenly, Huang Yi bellowed angrily.
At his words, Zhao Tong hesitated, his raised hand suspended in mid-air, not truly smashing down.
"Why do you stop me?" Zhao Tong asked with a frown.
"Earlier, it was I who stopped him from striking at you, so you also cannot take advantage of someone in peril," Huang Yi stated slowly and emphatically.
"Daoist friend Huang, have you forgotten? You sought my protection to repay a favor owed to my Master, not to interfere with me!" Zhao Tong retorted with a light reprimand, clearly displeased.
"That won't do either," Huang Yi said decisively.
