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.","Okay!" Zuozuo's sobs stopped abruptly. Her hands and feet relaxed, and she sprang to her feet in a flash. A brilliant smile spread across her face, erasing all trace of tears. "Thank you, Master. I'll go pack my things now.",When she was young, she saw the ancestral tablet in her master's room, shimmering with gold. It was so beautiful! How come it now looks so dusty and worn。