Nine Dragon Mountain

The Taoist temple stood majestically, but both sides of the path were covered in withered yellow leaves. Silence prevailed all around, yet suddenly a milky cry echoed from within.,Inside the main hall, Zhou Zhou sat on the ground, using both hands and feet to tightly grasp Li Yuanming's legs. The little girl's head was smooth, but she wore a tattered Daoist robe, washed white, with patches everywhere, looking just like a little beggar.,Seeing this, Zuo Zuo pouted her lips and drooped her small head, listlessly leaning against his leg. Her ears also hung down, just like a discarded puppy.。