Ouyang Rong squatted on the edge of a lotus stone platform, his dry lips muttering. His eyes were fixed on the golden lotus lantern in his hand, carefully tightening the knot.,In the pitch-blackness where moonlight did not reach, three shadowy figures were indistinctly scattered.,The withered monk behind him, the crane-feather cloak Taoist, and the slender girl were all staring intently at him.。
