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.,If he had known this beforehand, he wouldn't have competed with the bald donkey next door for disciples!,Looking at his young apprentice's tearful eyes, Li Yuanming felt a pang 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."。