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.,Li Yuanming also thought of this, he sheepishly touched his nose, mumbled something, and walked backward.,At first, he wouldn't have fought for her if he hadn't seen that her bones were extraordinary and she was a rare gem in the world of metaphysics. He wouldn't have fallen to his current state.。