The Immortal Path

On his way back home, Lin Shan was troubled and kept thinking about where the golden finger had gone. What could "Gu Yun" possibly do,Lin Zhishi also nodded repeatedly: "That's right, Lin Fan was the first to enter the study in the morning and certainly had the most time to deal with this painting.",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!。