Feeling his vision suddenly widen, Song Jiaoren, who had only just caught his breath, let out a sigh of relief. His mood was like he had just ridden a roller coaster.
"Junior Brother Xia... is it... all right now?"
"Yes, Senior Brother. The Chiwang Tomb seems to have successfully entered Black Tortoise Lake." The young Junior Brother stepped forward, supporting Song Jiaoren, whose face was deathly pale, and said consolingly, "No matter what, at least this isn't the worst possible outcome."
Song Jiaoren said nothing. The transfer of the Chiwang Tomb was a major matter. True Person Huanglong had entrusted it to him, yet he had nearly caused True Person Huanglong to lose face completely. His talent was not the best among his fellow disciples, and now it would probably be even harder for him to win True Person Huanglong's favor.
However, there was one thing about Song Jiaoren that True Person Huanglong valued: this fellow had the courage to shoulder responsibility.
By now, Song Jiaoren had even steadied his breathing. With a tragic look on his face, he stepped forward, intending to stand there and take his punishment.
"Master, this accident was entirely caused by my momentary negligence!" Song Jiaoren lowered his head and said solemnly, "I hope you won't blame Xing Ming and the others."
The group of chief engineers were all still there. Hearing Song Jiaoren's words, they could not help feeling uneasy and bewildered.
True Person Huanglong frowned. "You're saying it was your negligence?"
Song Jiaoren nodded. "They told me long ago that these ancient teleportation arrays had been in disrepair for ages. Piecing them together temporarily was very likely to cause problems... It was all because I was greedy for merit and acted recklessly that I caused this danger. Fortunately, the Chiwang Tomb landed successfully.