Luochen

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.,But that was the beginning of his lifelong tragedy.,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.。