A young man sat in the car, his expression lost in thought. His face, sharp like a knife's edge, looked pale, but it couldn't hide the gleam of determination in his eyes, revealing an extraordinary spirit.,Luochin was once a celestial venerate in his past life. How could he possibly not understand with his insight,And upon seeing this painting, Luo Chen knew at a glance that it was a counterfeit. This old man was actually being careful and affectionate towards it, as if he had obtained an authentic masterpiece.。