In the main hall of the Taichi Realm's mountain, Yin Xingwen's face was as still as water. Despite the hall being filled with people, it was eerily quiet and somewhat stifling.
After a prolonged silence, Ao Beijiang, who sat a little distance away, stood up, "Brother Xingwen, I was too timid this time, frightened into fleeing by Qing Lan. If it wasn't for me, perhaps everyone else's losses would have been minimized."
As a Saint Emperor who had survived the Second Decline, for Ao Beijiang to stand up and expose his own failures was indeed an extremely uncomfortable ordeal. However, he had no choice, as he couldn't leave the Taichi Realm. Since he couldn't leave, he had to bow his head to Yin Xingwen. Fortunately, Yin Xingwen was his friend, so bowing his head wasn't such a big deal. Moreover, he believed that everyone else wasn't a fool; even if Ao Beijiang hadn't fled, the losses would have been the same.
