Qi Tian and Qi Sheng were well aware of how much effort Xue Zhao had put into the election for the Saint Position.
Now, because of this matter, they were on the verge of missing everything. Their mood was extremely heavy.
Qi Tian's eyes reddened slightly, his voice choked: "Young Master, Miss has put in relentless effort day and night for this Saint Position election. She trained until late at night, hardly taking any rest. We have witnessed all her hardships firsthand. Now she's unconscious, it's all because of that damn Xue Wei!"
Qi Sheng couldn't help but red-eye as well, his eyes filled with regret: "Miss's talent and effort are evident to all, she is the most qualified to inherit the Saint Position. But now, the Family Head is so partial to Xue Wei, it's too unfair to Miss."
Qi Tian clenched his fists, his voice tinged with anger and helplessness: "If I could, I would kill that bastard for Miss right now!"
