The young man sighed deeply, carefully sensing his body. He found that the Taixuan Jing within him was like a slumbering Azure Dragon in the depths of an abyss, unable to be summoned. At this moment, all his cultivation vanished, leaving only a trace of protective energy from the Taixuan Jing.,In his past life, his family wasn't considered wealthy, but his father owned a house in the county town, had a car, and even had several hundred thousand yuan in savings. It was considered a relatively well-off family. They also had a small decoration company at home. No matter what, he could be said to have lived a fairly comfortable life.,And at this very moment, with just one glance, Luo Chen knew that the painting before him was a fake. This old man, however, was treating it with such care and affection, as if he had obtained an authentic masterpiece.。
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