The Immortal Path

And where his fingers gripped, there were even faint indentations; the scroll's edges were cracked and dusty ash puffed down.,Lin Shan stood among the crowd, feeling a knot of unease in his stomach. A sense of foreboding washed over him.,I heard that the master's prized painting, "Chunjiang Playing with His Beloved," has disappeared. It was still being admired last night, but tonight it vanished mysteriously. The master is naturally furious.。