"Alright, stop bowing and get up. I don't like people bowing at my feet. I'm not made of clay," Lin Wanwan said lazily.
"Thank the Immortal Lady for her great kindness, thank the Immortal Lady!" The skinny monkey continued to bow a couple more times before standing up with the help of the parapet.
It's no wonder that the common folk of the Great Tang were superstitious. Just seeing Lin Wanwan push open a glowing door from the void and move a huge pile of goods from it had convinced the skinny monkey that she was not human.
If she's not a god, then she must be a ghost.
If she's a ghost, his life would be in danger, so he might as well think of her as a god.
The skinny monkey was bowing until he was dizzy, just hoping to save his own life.
This group of theirs banded together just to barely get by, essentially a motley crew.
