Ye Chen glanced at the mess on the ground and the stall owner who was lying far away. He was not sure whether he was still alive.
He decided to walk over after giving it some thought. He charged his palm to his body, releasing spiritual energy into the stall owner.
The stall owner woke up while coughing. Just when he was going speak, a cold voice came into his ears, "I've put the money on the table. Keep the change.
Ye Chen took out 100 yuan and placed it on the table. He picked up the little girl and was about to leave.
At that moment, Xiang Minglou, who had fallen into a daze, snapped back to his senses. He clasped his fists at Ye Chen immediately and said respectfully, "Thank you, master, for saving us. May I know what your name is? This old man…"
"No need. Saving you wasn't my intention. If you'd like to thank someone, thank those three guys for having the misfortune to have offended me."
