Luochen

The young man sighed, carefully sensing his body. He found that the Taihuang Jing within him was like a sleeping Azure Dragon in a deep abyss, unable to be summoned. At this moment, all his cultivation had vanished, leaving only a faint protective aura from the Taihuang Jing.,"Rrrring…!" The phone rang. Luo Chen took it out and glanced at the caller ID, his brows furrowed. Looking at that number, the serene state of mind he had cultivated was now replaced with a flicker of hatred.,At this moment, the old man excitedly opened an ancient box. He took out a painting from inside and unfolded it, admiring it.。