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.,Li Yuanming watched her back, nowhere could he imagine that he had just been tricked by this little girl. He was so angry that his beard bristled and his eyes widened, roaring: "Disciple!",Hearing this, Li Yuanming felt touched in his heart. Sometimes, his apprentice would pit him against others, but the person was still caring.。