The stars at night glittered like flowers; Xingchen beneath the night was darkly wounded.
A dignified Martial God had come to the Upper Realm, only to be beaten by a child barely over ten until he could not fight back at all. It truly wounded his pride.
The Night Emperor could not be humiliated.
Yet today, he had been humiliated so badly he could not lift his head.
"Junior Brother."
Xiao Ziji walked over and said, "If it had been me, I couldn't have won either, so don't take it to heart. Besides, we've only just arrived. Once we gradually get used to this new world, we may not necessarily be weaker than the locals."
That was proper consolation, unlike the inhuman nonsense Jun Changxiao had spoken.
"I'm too useless." Ye Xingchen said despondently, "I can't even beat a child."
Xiao Ziji knew his junior brother still could not get over the setback he had suffered during the day. He was about to continue persuading him when Jun Changxiao said, "A person who has lost confidence cannot be persuaded."
"Sect Master..."
"To put it bluntly, you care too much about your identity as a Martial God in your previous life. You've always held yourself aloof and refused to let go of that pride, and you're even less able to accept setbacks." Jun Changxiao continued.
The words were harsh, but they struck straight to the heart of the matter.
Ye Xingchen had changed greatly and regarded himself as a member of the Eternal Sect, yet he still cared deeply about his former identity as the Night Emperor. Thus, his mindset had always differed from everyone else's.
If it had been Xiao Ziji or Li Qingyang, they certainly could not have defeated Sun Mucheng either. After all, he was a peak Martial