His gray robes were tattered and his face was gaunt, making it impossible to tell his age.,On the tenth throw, the lotus-shaped golden lamp at the mouth of the hole was no longer pulled back by him. The steady resistance travelled from the straight rope to Ouyang Rong's calloused tiger's mouth.,A certain materialistic graduate student earnestly turned his head and politely inquired, "May I ask for your esteemed name, venerable master"。