"Young man, this Yuwen Steward is indeed from the Yuwen Clan, and he's even been granted their surname. You can't afford to offend him, so you'd better let him go quickly!" a venerable elder in his fifties advised Zheng Ming earnestly.
Following the elder's words, many others chimed in with their agreement.
Zheng Ming, although unwilling to heed these words of persuasion, couldn't simply ignore the goodwill behind them.
He replied with a faint smile, "No worries, I'm just delivering this fellow to the Yuwen Clan to see if they endorse such violent and aggressive behavior."
While speaking, Zheng Ming, holding the sturdy man, casually walked toward Dong Song City.
Those who had tried to counsel him shook their heads resignedly, and the elder who had spoken to Zheng Ming sighed, "The Yuwen Clan acts tyrannically, especially their Family Head, who holds great importance to face."
"This young man is likely in danger by heading there!"
