Jing Zhixiao sat alone on the bed, his head lowered the entire time, while an air of despondency filled the room.
Professional-grade adjustments, top-tier takeoff—he could have been called a benchmark among Eternal Sect Disciples—yet he had suffered a disastrous start by blowing up his mech.
Was it his fault?
No.
He had already done his utmost to operate it, done his utmost to control it.
But due to maintenance issues, the machine malfunctioned. There was truly no way to turn the tide, so self-destruction had been the only option at the time, dragging plenty of enemies down with him.
Jing Zhixiao had done everything he could. It showed that, even when faced with a special situation, a pilot could remain calm and use every possible means to fight for benefits for his own side.
"Alas."
Mao Xiaodao walked over, patted his shoulder, and said, "I understand, Senior Brother."
"No!"
Jing Zhixiao raised his head and roared through tears, "None of you understand me! None of you understand!"
At that moment, he cried like a child.
Jun Changxiao did not blame him for blowing up the mech.
However.
Jing Zhixiao blamed himself.
The Sect Master gave me an opportunity, yet I repaid him by blowing up the mech. I cannot accept it. I simply cannot accept it!
When it came to operating mechs throughout the sect, Jing Zhixiao deservedly ranked first, and he himself believed so as well. Thus, this setback undoubtedly dealt him a crushing blow.
The prouder a person was, the less they could accept mistakes.
Whether he could earn the Sect Master's forgiveness did not matter. The key was that he could not forgive himself, and that was the most agonizing part.
After that.
Jing Zhixiao continued cleaning the latrines in a state of despondency.
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