The Immortal Path

In the evening, the dim, mellow sunlight streamed in through the window, illuminating the boy's handsome and resolute face.,As a result, ten years passed in a blink of an eye. Without powerful cultivation talent, no saintly physique, let alone an old master. He could only struggle to cultivate in the outer courtyard of the family, and usually had to do chores as usual.,Lin Shan had the fewest possessions, just an ordinary iron sword, and bedding like sheets and blankets.。