At this moment, she looked up at Li Yuanming, letting out a dry wail with her mouth wide open, trying hard to squeeze out a few tears. Her chubby face was full of sadness, and she stared at him pitifully with her lips pursed.,Recalling the past, Li Yuanming sighed with heartache and shook his head. His gaze fell on his younger brother holding a cracked bowl in his hands. The rice soup inside contained only a few scattered grains of rice. His resolve strengthened, he suppressed the urge to hug his young apprentice and comfort him, instead hardening his face and saying, "No, you're grown up now. It's time for you to go down the mountain.",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 Mingtong master uncle. He is doing well now, follow him, and you won't go hungry."。