The young man sighed, carefully sensing within him. He found the Taihuang Jing was like a sleeping azure dragon in a deep abyss, unable to be summoned. At this moment, all his cultivation had vanished completely, leaving only a trace of protective qi from the Taihuang Jing.,But Luo Chen took a glance and then disdainfully withdrew his gaze.,And upon seeing this painting, Luo Chen knew at a glance that it was a counterfeit. This old man was actually being careful and affectionate towards it, as if he had obtained an authentic masterpiece.。