The youth let out a sigh, carefully sensing within, but found the Taihuang Jing lay dormant like a coiled dragon in the abyss. He couldn't call it forth. At this moment, all his cultivation vanished completely, leaving only a wisp of protective Qi from the Taihuang Jing.,He arrived in Tongzhou with carefully chosen gifts, but was beaten and left disabled. His hands were crushed, his knees broken, leaving him depressed for a long time and even considering suicide.,And looking at the painting before him, Luo Chen knew with just one glance that it was a fake. The old man was actually treating it with such care and affection, as if he had gotten hold of an authentic masterpiece.。