The Immortal Path

Lin Shan instantly broke out in a cold sweat. The head of the family was an ardent collector of antique calligraphy and paintings, particularly fond of the work "Spring River Flows with Ducks." The entire Lin family knew this well. It was rumored that he had to play with it every evening before going to sleep.,Lin Shan stood among the crowd, feeling a knot of unease in his stomach. A sense of foreboding washed over him.,Lin Shan gritted his teeth and stepped forward, his heart pounding like a drum. After all, the task at hand was arranged by the supervisor last night, and he couldn't shirk responsibility even if he tried.。