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.,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.,"When I was fourteen, I stumbled into the deep mountains and fell off a cliff, luckily hanging onto the green pines by the ravine. After surviving this great danger, I entered a cave in the cliff, which turned out to be the legacy left by a peerless master..."。