Ye Zhixing acted with lightning speed to help the man up. She didn't like people kneeling before her; such a grand gesture was more than she could bear.
Shang Jingchen stood beside her. Hearing this middle-aged man address his wife as "Daoist Ye," he figured they must know each other. Perhaps he was a local villager who often came to burn incense.
"Uncle Wang, there's no need for such formalities. If there's something you need, just say it," Ye Zhixing said in a calm voice.
Chapter 385