Going down the mount

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.,The younger brother smiled at him, not pointing it out, smiling but saying nothing.,If the Daoist temple wasn't on the verge of collapsing, he wouldn't have been willing to let his junior disciple leave.。