How should I put it? In the blink of an eye, a new month had arrived again. The last time Hundred Refinements fought for monthly tickets seemed like something from very long ago. In September, Phantom Rain decided to make an effort and see if there was a chance to take the category monthly ranking award.
Phantom Rain did not dare dream of the overall ranking, and the xianxia category ranking was actually very difficult too. Competition was fierce these days. But as long as Phantom Rain worked hard, plus the full support of all you fellow Daoists, there should still be a chance.
To tell the truth, Hundred Refinements had always valued recommendation votes, and had not paid much attention to monthly tickets. Was it that I did not want them? Of course not. After working so hard writing, who would not want an extra reward, as well as honor?
At Origin Point, everyone knew what monthly tickets meant. That was the standard case of gaining both fame and profit!
Naturally, Phantom Rain wanted that too, but I was not a great god, after all. Perhaps some fellow Daoists would refute this and say, Phantom Rain, you even went to Origin Point's annual meeting, and you still say you are lacking?
That was right, Phantom Rain was not lacking. Perhaps I even made quite a few new authors envious. But comparing people to people could make one die of anger. Compared with the true great gods, I was far, far behind. It was just a case of falling short when looking upward, yet having some surplus when looking downward. This was not modesty, but fact.
So Phantom Rain rarely asked for monthly tickets, feeling that I could not compete with others. But I could not keep being afraid forever.