At the summit of Mount Tai, a bolt of lightning tore through the void, shattering the platform for offering sacrifices to heaven. The midday thunderclap, coupled with the destruction of ancient ruins, caused quite a stir.,Until that snowy night, when someone brought back his already frozen father's body, he wept uncontrollably.,And just by looking at the painting before him, Luo Chen knew it was a fake. This old man was being incredibly careful and affectionate towards it, as if he had received an authentic masterpiece.。