Inside the main hall, Zhou Zhou sat on the ground, using both hands and feet to tightly grasp Li Yuanming's legs. The little girl's head was smooth, but she wore a tattered Daoist robe, washed white, with patches everywhere, looking just like a little beggar.,Saying that, she wiped her eyes with her sleeve, looking both sad and resolute.,Hearing this, Li Yuanming felt a touch of emotion in his heart. Sometimes, his little apprentice could be a bit mischievous towards his master, but he was still kind-hearted.。