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.,Lin Shan, in a desperate situation, racked his brains but couldn't come up with any useful solutions. He could only clean up the traces at the scene and quietly slipped out of the study.,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.。