Entering the living room, the spacious and bright space was permeated with a solemn atmosphere. Father Lin sat composed at the head of the room. The seat seemed to be forged from pure gold, radiating a dazzling brilliance like a golden throne, every ray of light highlighting his supreme status.
His posture was as straight as a pine, resembling a towering mountain, with a spine cast of unyielding steel that remained completely motionless. His broad shoulders looked capable of bearing a heavy load, as steady as a rock. He raised his head slightly, his sharp, powerful gaze carrying a natural majesty that exuded an awe-inspiring aura, as if he held the power of life and death over all things in the world.
Xiaoyu sat cautiously on Father Lin's left, his movements so gentle as though he feared disturbing a slumbering deity. He dared only perch on the edge of his seat, as if the other half were a forbidden zone. His face still retained a hint of youthful greenness and immaturity; his fair skin radiated the vitality of youth, yet appeared slightly pale from tension.
Chapter 91