Inside the main hall, Zhouzhou sat on the ground, using both her hands and feet to tightly grip Li Yuanming's legs. The little girl's head was shiny bald, but she wore a patched-up, faded Taoist robe that looked like it belonged to a beggar.,Hearing this, Li Yuanming felt touched in his heart. Sometimes, his apprentice would pit him against others, but the person was still caring.,He walked over and gave her a dusty statue, which looked exactly like the people in the main hall.。