Ouyang Rong checked the knots one last time, licked his chapped lips, and with a "whoosh," bounced up onto the lotus platform.,The withered monk behind him, the crane-feather cloak Taoist, and the slender girl were all staring intently at him.,Outside, it was a deluge, at least a roaring flood of hundreds of miles. It could even be like the biblical flood of Yahweh's destruction.。