In the blink of an eye, another month had passed. Phantom Rain was asking for guaranteed monthly votes. To be honest, it had been a long time since I last asked for monthly votes—not because I didn't want to, but because I felt I couldn't compete with others, and feared letting down the expectations of all you fellow Daoists.
Phantom Rain also hated himself for it. Why couldn't I write faster? If I could, the results would be much better, instead of being as lukewarm as they were now.
I wanted to fight, but I was also afraid my strength would fall short—especially since I had been sick recently. In truth, Phantom Rain really was very clumsy and couldn't say any grand, heroic words. All I could say was that I would definitely do my best.
Mm, I'm asking for guaranteed monthly votes. This month, I'll strive to write more.