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.,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.,“Don’t spout nonsense if you don’t understand. Besides, with your background as a bumpkin, facing millions worth of antique treasures, you probably haven't even seen them in your lifetime.” The girl said this while holding her chin high, her face filled with disdain. As someone from a noble family who usually interacted with the elite, she naturally looked down on ordinary people like Luo Chen.。