It was the start of the month, and it just so happened to be a Monday. To be honest, a few days ago, Phantom Rain had been truly full of ambition, wanting to stockpile some chapters, have a big release, and ask for a few more votes.
But the heavens have unpredictable winds and clouds, and people have sudden fortunes and disasters. Something happened at home recently, and Phantom Rain really...
Sigh, how should I put it? Writing is something that really depends on one's mood. When the heart is tangled up, the state definitely isn't good, so the plan I originally had to stockpile chapters—well, I didn't save up a single word. Sigh!
All right, Phantom Rain won't say anything more than that. After all, joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness are what make life. I believe things will be better in a few days. As for tomorrow, Phantom Rain will grit his teeth and still release 9,000 words, so I ask all fellow Daoists to please give plenty of support. Recommendation votes and monthly tickets—please give them to Hundred Refinements as much as you can. Thank you!