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 secluded underground palace wasn't the only one who was in it.,Ou Yangrong's upper body still maintained the posture of clutching the rope, and he looked up blankly at a round hole that was very similar in size to a manhole cover.。