He gripped the rope with one hand and held aloft the heavy, golden lotus lantern in the other. He stared up at the well opening, a sight he had been longing to see for ages.,But as soon as he pulled, he slid back out of the hole.,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.。