And where his fingers gripped, there were even faint indentations; the scroll's edges were cracked and dusty ash puffed down.,Though the trouble he had caused was right before his eyes, someone else had taken the blame. Lin Shan's tightly strung nerves loosened slightly, but he felt uneasy in his conscience and didn't know how to deal with himself for a moment.,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!。