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.,His cell phone and down jacket were gone, nowhere to be found in the underground palace. In their place was a strange white tunic.,The withered monk behind him, the crane-feather cloak Taoist, and the slender girl were all staring intently at him.。