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.,Until that snowy night, when someone brought back his father's frozen body, he wept uncontrollably.,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.。