The Immortal Path

And where his fingers gripped, there were even faint indentations; the scroll's edges were cracked and dusty ash puffed down.,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"。