Nine Dragon Mountain

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.,At this moment, she tilted her head up to look at Li Yuanming, letting out a dry, choked sob while trying hard to squeeze out a few tears. Her chubby face was filled with sadness, and she stared at him with a pitifully pouted mouth.,She saw the ancestral tablet in her master's room when she was little, it was gleaming with gold, so beautiful. How come it's now dusty and drab。