The Immortal Path

It should have been a peaceful scene, but upon closer inspection, one could see that the young man's temples were covered in sweat and he held a delicately aged scroll tightly in his hand, not daring to move.,Lin Shan stood among the crowd, feeling a knot of unease in his stomach. A sense of foreboding washed over him.,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.。