Ye Zhixing acted with lightning speed, catching the man before he could collapse. She didn't like people kneeling to her; she couldn't bear such a heavy gesture of respect.
Shang Jingchen stood by her side, listening to the middle-aged man address his wife as "Daoist Ye." They must be acquaintances, then? Perhaps he was a local villager who often came to burn incense.
"Uncle Wang, there’s no need to be so formal. Just tell me what’s wrong," Ye Zhixing said in a calm voice.
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