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.,He became a cripple who couldn't even live independently. His father spent all their savings trying to cure him, selling their car and house, and finally resorting to picking up trash for a living.,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.。