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.,Master Lin's face, already a grim one, darkened further. Yet, his voice remained soft and persuasive.,With hands clasped behind his back, within a space no bigger than a square foot, a wind blew automatically, and the robes behind him rustled like hunting garments!。