Remembering the past, Li Yuanming shook his head with a heavy heart. His gaze fell on his younger brother's hand holding a bowl with a crack in it. There were only a few grains of rice in the rice porridge inside. This made him even more determined. He suppressed the urge to hold his little disciple in his arms and comfort him, putting on a stern face and saying: "No, you are already grown up, it's time to go down the mountain.",Seeing this, Zuo Zuo pouted, her small head drooping down listlessly against his leg, her ears following suit. She looked just like a discarded puppy.,Hearing this, Li Yuanming felt a pang of sadness. He sighed softly and patted her head, "Don't be afraid, Master has already contacted your Uncle Mingtong, he's doing well now. Follow him, you won't go hungry."。