The Immortal Path

Master Lin's face, already a grim one, darkened further. Yet, his voice remained soft and persuasive.,The atmosphere became awkward for a moment, and countless eyes from behind gathered like daggers to my back.,Behind Liu the steward, another manager was the first to speculate: "Could these coins found in his house be from selling the Spring River Picture of Tuin to the black market or pawnshop"。