Chi Zijing waved his hands excitedly: "Dad, you have to stop this war right now! Innocent people can't keep dying!!"
Emperor Chong Xiao patiently waited for him to finish his outburst, then stood up from the throne. His tall and burly figure was illuminated by candlelight, casting a dark shadow that completely covered his son.
"Zijing, I always thought you were a smart and capable child. But today your performance is very disappointing to me," he said coldly, "What do you think war is? Do you think war has a distinction between good and evil, or conflict has hierarchies?"
