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.,At this moment, she looked up at Li Yuanming, her mouth gaping open in a dry howl as she struggled to squeeze out a few tears. Her chubby face was etched with sadness, and she stared at him pitifully with a downturned mouth.,Li Yuanming snorted and stubbornly said, "Who said I'm not as good as her I'm her master!"。