Because of some matters unrelated to this book, Yan Gui Zheng Zhuan's mentality had taken a hit, and his emotions had been heavily affected. It had already impacted his normal writing.
Updates would resume tomorrow at noon. Once he had adjusted his state, he should be able to make up for the missed updates and add extra ones.
He currently owed four updates in total. He remembered every one of them and would work hard to pay them back while monthly votes were doubled.
Right now, he just wanted to space out for a while, sleep, and forget these upsetting matters.
The feeling of having one's convictions destroyed in an instant and one's faith collapse in a moment—Yan Gui Zheng Zhuan had truly experienced it now. It felt awful. After finishing this book, he would focus on writing xianxia mythology stories. Science fiction was nothing more than an empty dream from his youth. The outline and story structure for Abyssal Solitude 2 had already been deleted.
--Edited the next day--
He had made everyone worry.
The relevant documents had been restored. He really had been dealt a blow yesterday; he had never felt this way before.
Peers slandering him was nothing more than scholars looking down on one another, insects chirping noisily. There was no need to care about it.
Being stabbed in the back by the rankings was merely how commercial platforms operated. There was no need to concern himself with it.
Awards and honors were merely passing clouds. There was nothing worth pursuing there.
He had been active in writers' circles for over a year and had grown weary of them, so afterward he turned down all kinds of events and focused on writing. He had skipped the Yuewen Annual Meeting twice in a row because of laziness...