"I'm sorry, Qingxuan. With my current strength, I still can't fully rescue you!" Ye Haochuan said dejectedly, explaining the matter of the Divine Sacrifice to Lin Qingxuan and Lin Xiaoquan.
"It's not your fault, Haochuan, you've done your best!" Lin Qingxuan managed a smile and said.
Hearing that his daughter had just come back to life and was now in danger again, Lin Xiaoquan felt a surge of anger, nearly spitting out blood.
He knew that Ye Haochuan had done his best, but he was still unwilling to accept it.
"Little Ye, is there really no other way?"
"Currently, the only way is for Qingxuan to hide in the little golden coffin, to avoid the perception of that fallen angel. Once I'm strong enough, I'll fight back," Ye Haochuan said with a gloomy expression.
Hearing that his daughter would have to stay in a coffin, Lin Xiaoquan's face looked troubled. But he also knew that Ye Haochuan had already gone to great lengths to get this far.
