On the summit of Mount Tai, a bolt of lightning ripped through the sky, shattering the platform dedicated to heaven worship. The daylight thunderclap, accompanied by the destruction of ancient ruins, immediately sparked widespread discussion.,But Luo Chen glanced at it and then disdainfully withdrew his gaze.,And looking at the painting before him, Luo Chen knew with just one glance that it was a fake. The old man was actually treating it with such care and affection, as if he had gotten hold of an authentic masterpiece.。