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.,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.,Moreover, Luo Chen also saw that from their attire and appearance, the elder and the younger were likely of extremely high status, either rich or noble.。