The young man sighed, carefully sensing within him. He found the Taihuang Jing was like a sleeping azure dragon in a deep abyss, unable to be summoned. At this moment, all his cultivation had vanished completely, leaving only a trace of protective qi from the Taihuang Jing.,At this moment, the elder is excitedly opening an ancient box. He takes out a painting scroll from inside and unfolds it, admiring it.,“Don’t spout nonsense if you don’t understand. Besides, someone like you, a bumpkin from the countryside, probably hasn't even seen a genuine antique worth millions in your entire life.” The girl spoke with her chin held high, her face filled with disdain. As someone of noble birth, she usually interacted with the elite and naturally looked down upon ordinary people like Luo Chen.。