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.,The next morning, still seething with anger, he went back to Donglin Temple, wanting to confront them... well, actually, he just wanted to play the innocent and see if he could get unsealed.,No longer dwelling on the clothes on his body, after a brief hesitation in the rain, Ouyang Rong continued to throw.。