A young man sat listlessly in the car. His cheekbones, sharp as a knife, looked rather pale, but they couldn't conceal the hint of ambition in his eyes, revealing an extraordinary aura.,"Hmph, three Great Heavenly Venerables You went so far as to summon the Unwritten Scripture and the Ten Demonic Formations to ambush me for the Taishang Jing. Alas, this Immortal Lord's life is not fated to end. I have returned in the end." Luo Chen smirked, a hint of coldness gathering in his eyes.,And with a single glance at the painting before him, Luo Chen knew it was a forgery. This old man was being incredibly careful and affectionate towards it, as if he had received an authentic masterpiece.。