The young man sighed, carefully sensing his body. He found that the Taihuang Jing within him was like a sleeping Azure Dragon in a deep abyss, unable to be summoned. At this moment, all his cultivation had vanished, leaving only a faint protective aura from the Taihuang Jing.,Luo Chen then smirked, a hint of sarcasm in his eyes. In his past life, he had fallen deeply in love with this woman, acting almost like he was possessed. However, after going to Tongzhou, he was looked down upon by her parents, subjected to constant ridicule and humiliation. They made his life miserable with all sorts of difficulties.,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.。