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.,If it weren't for the fact that the Daoist temple was truly struggling to stay afloat, he wouldn't have been willing to let his young disciple leave.,After they were out of sight, Zuo Zuo finally looked away. She turned her head and ran quickly, not long before she reached the foot of the mountain. She stood on her tiptoes, stretched her neck to look at the scenery outside, and a smile couldn't help but appear on her lips. Two little dimples appeared on her chubby cheeks, sweet and adorable.。