The Immortal Path

And where his fingers gripped, there were even faint indentations; the scroll's edges were cracked and dusty ash puffed down.,The speaker was an elderly man, Lin, the steward who managed the outer courtyard of the family. He had originally finished work for the night and planned to go to the pleasure quarter to listen to some music and watch a play, but he ended up being pulled away to find someone.,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.。