Chang Xiaoman Luo Ch

A young man sat in the car, lost in thought. His face, sharp as a knife, looked pale, but beneath it was a hint of ambition that shone through with extraordinary spirit.,The young man sighed, carefully sensing his inner being. He discovered that the Taihuang Jing within him was like a slumbering Azure Dragon in the abyss, unable to be summoned. At this moment, all of his cultivation had vanished, leaving only a faint protective aura from the Taihuang Jing.,“Don't talk if you don't understand, that goes for you too. You country bumpkin, facing millions of antique treasures, you probably haven't even seen one in your life.” The girl said this with her chin held high, her face full of disdain. As a noblewoman who usually interacted with the elite, she naturally looked down on ordinary people like Luo Chen.。