Nine Dragon Mountain

"Master, please don't drive me down the mountain. I can't bear to leave you. Please!",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.,Hearing this, Li Yuanming felt a touch of emotion in his heart. Sometimes, his little apprentice could be a bit mischievous towards his master, but he was still kind-hearted.。