The youth let out a sigh and carefully sensed his body. He found that the Taixuan Jing within him was like a slumbering dragon at the bottom of a deep abyss, unable to be summoned. At this moment, all his cultivation had vanished completely, leaving only a trace of protective qi from the Taixuan 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, and finally resorting to picking up trash for a living.,At this moment, the old man eagerly opened an antique box and took out a painting screen from it. He was admiring it.。