Going down the mount

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.,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.,Zuo Zuo lowered her head, curiously looking at the statue in her hands, and asked strangely, "Master, what did you make this ancestor statue for me And where is the golden light on the ancestor"。