Lynn stood on the gray-white wasteland, looking at Lin Chen, who stood atop the Netherworld Wolf. The two faced each other, with scattered bones lying between them.
At that moment, Lynn's expression was exceptionally vivid.
Excitement, agitation, disbelief...
His lips moved a few times, and his eyes reddened slightly.
"Chen, I'm your father!" His voice was hoarse, as though he had held those words in for a very long time.
"Don't you remember? Thirteen years ago, you fell into the River Styx while fooling around. I searched for you for thirteen whole years before finally finding you today!"
"Thirteen years! Do you know how I survived those thirteen years?!"
Lin Chen narrowed his eyes slightly and carefully studied Lynn's expression.
Lynn took a step forward.
"Come with me. Let's go home. Your mother cries every day, and she's still waiting for you there."
His eyes were filled with sincerity, and his voice choked with emotion.
Lin Chen's lips twitched, while his eyes kept changing.
One moment, they were pale gold, his pupils vertical and his gaze sharp, like that of a predator watching its prey.
The next, the pale gold faded, his pupils rounded, and a trace of confusion appeared in his eyes.
The expression on his face shifted as well—indifferent one moment, confused the next, then enraged.
Clearly, the side effects of consuming River Styx water for so long had surfaced. A fierce struggle was now raging within his mind.
"Mother?" Lin Chen's lips moved as he repeated the word.
Lynn took another step forward and said emotionally, "Yes, your mother. She has waited for thirteen years!"
"On the day you fell into the River Styx, she cried for three days and three nights. Her tears nearly ran dry, and she almost cried herself blind."
Lin Chen's body stiffened.