The young man let out a sigh and carefully sensed his body. He discovered that the Tai Huang Jing within him was like a slumbering dragon deep in an abyss, unable to be summoned. At this moment, all his cultivation vanished completely, leaving only a faint protective aura of the Tai Huang Jing.,Luochen was once a celestial venerated in his past life. With his experience, how could he possibly not understand,And with a single glance at the painting before him, Luo Chen knew it was a forgery. This old man was being incredibly careful and affectionate towards it, as if he had received an authentic masterpiece.。