Urban Immortal Lord

The youth let out a sigh, carefully sensing within, but found the Taihuang Jing lay dormant like a coiled dragon in the abyss. He couldn't call it forth. At this moment, all his cultivation vanished completely, leaving only a wisp of protective Qi from the Taihuang Jing.,The phone connected, and a voice filled with impatience and coldness rang out.,And looking at the painting before him, Luo Chen knew with just one glance that it was a fake. The old man was actually treating it with such care and affection, as if he had gotten hold of an authentic masterpiece.。