The Immortal Path

Lin Shan stood among the crowd, feeling a knot of unease in his stomach. A sense of foreboding washed over him.,Lin Shan was even more drenched in cold sweat, a chill running down his spine. He hadn't expected the clan's reaction to be so swift!,Whispers filled the crowd, with most people agreeing that it was highly probable. After all, the Spring River Flows into Pictorial Scrolls was a masterpiece passed down for five hundred years. If a buyer who matched perfectly came along, they might be willing to pay thousands or even tens of thousands of gold coins.。