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.,Only a pointed head peeked out, with youthful face and silver hair. A Daoist Mixed Yuan sash was pressed against his full head of white strands.,Right now, the lotus lantern he picked up is in his hand. He doesn't know if it's real gold or just gilded. He weighed it and it seems quite valuable.。