Recalling past events, Li Yuanming shook his head with pain and grief. His gaze fell upon his younger brother's hands holding a chipped bowl. The rice soup inside contained only a few grains of rice, which made his resolve even stronger. He forced down the urge to hug his apprentice and comfort him, instead adopting a stern expression and saying, "No, you've grown up now, it's time for you to leave the mountain.",Seeing this, Zuo Zuo pouted her lips and drooped her small head, listlessly leaning against his leg. Her ears also hung down, just like a discarded puppy.,In a short while, Zuo Zuo came out. Her shiny scalp was plastered with fortune-telling charms, and around her neck hung three copper coins. On one hip she wore a gourd, and on the other, a large Pixiu sculpture, carved by herself. It was ugly, to be sure, but its only redeeming quality was its size.。