A young man sat in the car, his expression lost in thought. His face, chiseled like a knife, looked pale, but it couldn't hide the gleam of ambition in his eyes, revealing an extraordinary spirit.,The youth let out a sigh, carefully sensing his internal state. He found that the Taihuang Sutra was like a slumbering Azure Dragon in the depths of the abyss, unable to be summoned. At this moment, all his cultivation within him vanished completely, leaving only a trace of protective qi from the Taihuang Sutra.,And looking at the painting before him, Luo Chen knew at a glance that it was a fake. This old man was actually being very careful and doting on it, as if he had gotten a genuine masterpiece.。