The Taoist temple stood tall and imposing, but its sides were lined with withered yellow leaves. The air was silent all around, yet a plaintive cry suddenly pierced the stillness.,Inside the main hall, Zhouzhou sat on the ground, using both her hands and feet to tightly hold onto Li Yuanming's legs. The little girl's forehead was smooth, but she wore a worn-out Taoist robe that had been washed white and was patched up everywhere, making her look like a little beggar.,Originally, if it wasn't for her extraordinary aptitude and being a rare prodigy in the mystical arts that appeared once every thousand years, he wouldn't have fought to take her away. He certainly wouldn't have ended up in this predicament today.。