Urban Immortal Lord

The youth let out a sigh, carefully sensing within, but found the Taihuang Jing lay dormant like a coiled dragon in the abyss. He couldn't call it forth. At this moment, all his cultivation vanished completely, leaving only a wisp of protective Qi from the Taihuang Jing.,He became a cripple who couldn't even live independently. His father spent all their savings trying to cure him, selling their car and house until they were reduced to scavenging for scraps to survive.,At this moment, the old man opened an ancient box with eager anticipation. He took out a painting scroll from inside and unfurled it, admiring it.。