"Master, I've already put my heart into it, but writing it has been inexplicably difficult. Sometimes I recall certain secret accounts, yet the moment I set pen to paper, my thoughts go completely blank!"
"Many things must have been interfered with by Saints, making them impossible to record."
"Therefore, during the more than two months you were away, I only barely managed to write the Human Clan and River Mother Clan volumes..."
When questioned by Li Qingyun, the Hua Xu Clan divine maiden's heart abruptly tightened for no apparent reason. She hurriedly poured out her grievances, explaining herself.
In truth, she had indeed worked hard. Day and night, she racked her brains. Whenever there were places that were truly blank or missing, she followed Li Qingyun's principle for writing books—make it miserable enough, shameless enough, dark and unpredictable enough—and let her imagination run wild as she embellished them herself.
Deep down, she truly did not understand why a mere collateral Abyss Clan disciple was so interested in compiling some so-called "dark history of the Superior Clans."
What had originally seemed simple and easy immediately became as difficult as climbing to the heavens once she started. Now her heart was full of bitterness, with no one to whom she could pour it out.
Li Qingyun, you're deliberately tormenting me, trying to wear me down like an eagle, aren't you? If you truly want me to finish this entire absurd dark history, you might as well just kill me directly... she grumbled inwardly.
At this moment, recalling the "hardships" of recent days, the Hua Xu Clan divine maiden could not help letting some resentment seep into her voice.
"Let me see it first!"
Hearing that there had been some results, Li Qingyun grew interested. With a wave of his hand, a black-skinned