"Master, please don't drive me down the mountain. I can't bear to leave you. Please, master!",Inside the main hall, Zhouzhou sat on the ground, using both her hands and feet to tightly hold onto Li Yuanming's legs. The little girl's forehead was smooth, but she wore a worn-out Taoist robe that had been washed white and was patched up everywhere, making her look like a little beggar.,Looking at his little apprentice's tear-filled eyes, Li Yuanming felt a twinge of reluctance. In the end, he patted her shoulder and said, "Go down the mountain. Remember to find your master Mingtong, he will take care of you."。