On the summit of Mount Tai, a bolt of lightning tore through the void, shattering the altar used for offering sacrifices to heaven. The midday thunderclap, coupled with the destruction of ancient ruins, immediately sparked widespread discussion.,And looking at the painting before him, Luo Chen knew at a glance that it was a fake. This old man was actually being very careful and doting on it, as if he had gotten a genuine masterpiece.,"Don't spout nonsense if you don't understand, besides, someone like you, a bumpkin from the countryside, probably hasn't even seen a genuine antique worth millions in your entire life." The girl said this with her chin held high, her face filled with disdain. She was of noble birth and usually dealt with aristocrats, so naturally she looked down on ordinary people like Luo Chen.。