In the pitch-blackness where moonlight did not reach, three shadowy figures were indistinctly scattered.,An old Taoist leaning against the wall, sat on the ground with his legs spread apart like a ladle.,“Stop beating around the bush.” He stroked his beard, shifting into a cross-legged position and moving a distance away from Ou Yang Rong. “Kind words are useless for damned souls. Great compassion doesn't reach those who reject it.”。