On the peak of Mount Tai, a bolt of lightning ripped through the void, shattering the altar dedicated to heaven on its summit. The startling thunderclap during daylight, coupled with the destruction of ancient ruins, immediately sparked heated discussions.,A young man sat in the car, his expression dazed. His cheekbones, sharp as a knife, looked pale, but there was still a glimmer of ambition in his eyes, revealing an extraordinary spirit.,And at this very moment, with just one glance, Luo Chen knew that the painting before him was a fake. This old man, however, was treating it with such care and affection, as if he had obtained an authentic masterpiece.。