"..."
With a deep sigh, Chong Xiao had nothing to say. He knew that if he were to attempt suicide again, Chi Zijing would not stop him, but that would break his son's heart. Having been an emperor for decades, he found himself unable to harden his heart.
He could no longer act as a ruthless, cold-hearted person.
"Alas..." Chong Xiao asked about the situation, "How did the other battles fare?"
Chi Zijing's expression was quite remarkable: "Father, the timing of your coma was most unfortunate; you missed the earth-shattering battle between the Jihui Bureau and the Rainbow Winged Lord. And those two on the ground..."
"It's finished, the young lady succeeded."
A gray-haired young man appeared silently beside them, habitually adjusting his glasses as he spoke: "Wow, President, your vest and pants ensemble radiates the aura of a formidable figure."
"Gongsun, your habit of making witty remarks right after a battle is just as consistent as ever," Chi Zijing said.
