Great Han's Emperor, in his thirties and in the prime of his life, bore the visage of an old man in his sixties or seventies, his face riddled with wrinkles, pale without a trace of blood, his hair already turning white.
Already physically depleted by indulgence in alcohol and lust, and moreover afflicted by the backlash of National Fate, it was nothing short of miraculous that he did not fall dead on the spot but merely aged rapidly.
Reprimanded by Jiang Chen at this moment, the already abnormal complexion of the Great Han's Emperor grew even more abnormal, flushing an unusual shade of red.
"Ahem!"
He coughed violently twice and spoke feebly, "Is Human King truly so resolute, not to leave even a sliver of a chance for this humble one?"
As he spoke, his coughing intensified, giving the impression he might cough himself to death at any moment.
"Did you leave an escape route for your people?"
Jiang Chen didn't spare him out of pity.