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The young man sighed, carefully sensing his inner being. He discovered that the Taihuang Jing within him was like a slumbering Azure Dragon in the abyss, unable to be summoned. At this moment, all of his cultivation had vanished, leaving only a faint protective aura from the Taihuang Jing.,Luochen put down his phone and just happened to notice an old man and a young one sitting beside him.,And with just one glance at the painting before him, Luo Chen knew it was a fake. This old man was being so careful and affectionate, treating it like he'd obtained an authentic masterpiece.。