He simply didn't want to see Li Tongzhen, so young, sending himself to his death.
He grabbed Li Tongzhen's arm and dragged him away.
"Stop courting death, I, Old Zhao, admit that you, kid, are a bit eerie, stronger than I am, and yet show no signs of having trained, truly bizarre."
"But even so, do you see? Any random guard in front of Duke Zhen's Mansion could snuff you out with just a flick of their finger."
Mr. Zhao pulled Li Tongzhen along, walking backward.
This time, unlike before, Li Tongzhen did not stand firm in place; however hard he tried, he couldn't be moved.
This time, he could be moved.
Mr. Zhao sighed with relief.
He walked ahead, and Li Tongzhen walked behind.
On the bustling streets, Mr. Zhao's large hand tightly grasped the young man's hand, like an old ox dragging a stubborn donkey.
