The Immortal Path

And where his fingers gripped, there were even faint indentations; the scroll's edges were cracked and dusty ash puffed down.,I heard that the master's prized painting, "Chunjiang Playing with His Beloved," has disappeared. It was still being admired last night, but tonight it vanished mysteriously. The master is naturally furious.,With hands clasped behind his back, within a space no bigger than a square foot, a wind blew automatically, and the robes behind him rustled like hunting garments!。