The Taoist temple stood tall and majestic, but the paths on either side were covered in withered yellow leaves. There was an eerie silence all around, yet suddenly a baby's cry, plaintive and piercing, echoed from within.,At this moment, she looked up at Li Yuanming, her mouth gaping open in a dry howl as she struggled to squeeze out a few tears. Her chubby face was etched with sadness, and she stared at him pitifully with a downturned mouth.,Hearing these words, Zhou Zhou felt even more guilty and whispered, "Master, is there no room for negotiation"。