The Immortal Path

A man and a woman stepped forward. The man's name was Lin Fan, and the woman's name was Lin Shu. They were about the same age as Lin Shan and were orphans who had been raised from childhood at the Outer Courtyard.,The atmosphere became awkward for a moment, and countless eyes from behind gathered like daggers to my back.,Whispers filled the crowd, with most people agreeing that it was highly probable. After all, the Spring River Flows into Pictorial Scrolls was a masterpiece passed down for five hundred years. If a buyer who matched perfectly came along, they might be willing to pay thousands or even tens of thousands of gold coins.。