Lin Chenyun. That was Lin Xuan's father's name. He now lay quietly inside the Crystal Coffin. If Lin Xuan hadn't sensed the faint aura of life from within, he would have truly believed his father was already dead.
The face, the figure—it was exactly the Lin Family Patriarch, Lin Chenyun, from Lin Hua's memories. The once-mighty Patriarch of the Lin Family was now lying inside, half-dead. His former glory was long gone, reduced to this tragic moment.
"What in the world happened..." Lin Xuan's expression was grim. Though his father wasn't dead, his current state was hardly any different.
He knew that if his father weren't in this Crystal Coffin, he would have died long ago. It was only thanks to the icy aura emanating from the Crystal Coffin, which had put him into a deep slumber, that he was able to cling to this last breath of life.
