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.","Good disciple, since you are so eager, Master will now entrust you with the important task of restoring the Daoist temple. Come on, Master believes in you!",If the Daoist temple wasn't on the verge of collapsing, he wouldn't have been willing to let his junior disciple leave.。