On the summit of Mount Tai, a bolt of lightning tore through the void, shattering the altar for offering sacrifices to heaven. The white-day thunderclap, coupled with the destruction of ancient ruins, sparked heated discussions among people for a time.,"Hey, Luochin, please give me a call when you arrive, and my mom and I will come pick you up at the station.",Besides, at a glance, Luo Chen could tell that the painting before him was a fake. This old man was actually being careful and affectionate towards it, as if he had obtained an authentic masterpiece.。