Soon, I enter the main hall. Almost all the extended family members made themselves available in the hall; it was like they wanted to judge a case. The patriarch sat at the central seat; he looked authoritative. Lin Geñ, Lin Anhou, and Lin Fangzhou stood among everyone. And they had a solemn expression: I immediately knew something had happened.
The Old Man wore a white robe just like a traditional man who lives in isolation. His long white air fixed tightly on his head, making his face look like a statue. Except looking dead, he looked humorless and impassive. His baleful gaze could threaten even the lion: it looked horrible. This man appeared to be the patriarch of the Lin family, Lin Hei.
