The young man sighed deeply, carefully sensing his body. He found that the Taixuan Jing within him was like a slumbering Azure Dragon in the depths of an abyss, unable to be summoned. At this moment, all his cultivation vanished, leaving only a trace of protective energy from the Taixuan Jing.,Then the other end of the phone didn't give Luochin any more chances and hung up directly.,At this moment, the old man is excitedly opening an ancient box. He takes out a painting from the box and unfolds it, admiring it.。