The youth let out a sigh and carefully sensed his body. He found that the Taixuan Jing within him was like a slumbering dragon at the bottom of 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 Taixuan Jing.,Not until that snowy night, when someone brought back the father's already icy corpse, did he weep uncontrollably.,And with just one glance at the painting before him, Luo Chen knew it was a fake. This old man, however, was being incredibly careful and affectionate towards it, as if he had received an authentic masterpiece.。