Zhang Xiaoman

A young man sat listlessly in the car. His cheekbones, sharp as a knife, looked somewhat pale, but they couldn't hide the glint of ambition in his eyes, revealing an extraordinary spirit.,The youth let out a sigh and carefully sensed his body. He found that the Tai Huang Jing within him was like a dormant Azure Dragon in the abyss, unable to be summoned. At this moment, all of his cultivation had vanished, leaving only a trace of protective Qi from the Tai Huang Jing.,Moreover, at first glance, Luo Chen knew that the painting before him was a fake. This old man was actually being extremely careful and cherishing it as if he had obtained an authentic masterpiece.。