The Immortal Path

After waking up, I found myself transported to another world. I had transmigrated into the body of a six-year-old boy named Lin Shan.,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.,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.。