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.,This is also the quietest one in the underground palace.,Soon, Ou Yang Rong climbed up halfway with rainwater on his head. At this time, he could reach out and touch the rock at the well mouth, and suddenly a familiar sandalwood scent wafted into his nose.。