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.,And where his fingers gripped, there were even faint indentations; the scroll's edges were cracked and dusty ash puffed down.,Master Lin swept his gaze across everyone, his eyes cold and sharp as if he could see through their very souls. The aura of dominance cultivated over years of wielding power within the clan was fully on display at this moment.。