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.,At this moment, the old man excitedly opened an ancient box. He took out a painting from inside and unfolded it, admiring it.,But how could Luochin's disposition be on par with this little girl's。