The Ancestral Master was already on the brink of an emotional breakdown, and after hearing Zhouzhou's words, he couldn't hold it in any longer. He burst into tears, wailing loudly as he held Zhouzhou tightly. "You're right! My life is so miserable!"
All the effort he had put in, painstakingly accumulating what little merit he had, and now, one of his golden legs was gone! Overcome with grief, the Ancestral Master cried even harder, tears and snot streaming down his face, which he carelessly wiped on Zhouzhou.
"Zhouzhou, what are we going to do now?" he sobbed.
Zhouzhou, clutching his clothes, blew her nose and cried even louder, "I don't know either! That was my hard-earned merit!"
She didn't believe for a second that the Ancestral Master was cultivating. All that merit was hers! Now that his golden leg was gone, Zhouzhou felt like she had lost a leg too. From now on, she was sure she'd be known as "Limping Zhou."