Today, this book was going premium, and there were a few things I wanted to say to everyone.
Cultivating Immortality: The Grandmaster of Seclusion was my attempt at transforming my style. I had stepped out of the comfort zone of urban fiction and entered an entirely new field of creation, and I had been uneasy all along.
I feared readers would not like it, feared it would flop, feared that after racking my brains over the plot and painstakingly typing out every word, it would all come to nothing.
In truth, by this point, this book had already endured a great deal of controversy.
Some cursed the title for hanging up a goat's head while selling dog meat; some mocked the author's math skills as inferior to an elementary school student's; some laughed at the Golden Finger for being trash; some attacked the setting as absurd; some declared that this book would definitely flop, be abandoned, and have no future at all...
There were even people maliciously stirring the pot in the chapter comments!
I had been writing for more than a decade and had written over a dozen books, yet I had never encountered so many negative reviews.
But I did not want to explain or argue, nor did I have the time to do so. I had even less energy to quarrel with people until my face turned red and my neck swelled.
I was nearly fifty, and I had high blood pressure for which I had been taking medicine.
It simply was not worth it, so all I could do was delete them.
But I could assure those reader friends who supported and liked this book that I had always been creating with care and effort. There was absolutely no need to worry about the data or