Brothers and sisters, I shamelessly imitated Dongshi's frown and followed the trend by holding a monthly ticket raffle. This July, I wanted to take a shot at climbing the rankings.
Event period: July 1st to July 7th, 8 PM.
No registration was needed. Anyone who voted could participate.
The draw would be based on monthly ticket serial numbers.
Prizes:
10 Tang Blades (around 100 cm long)
20 Bamboo Flutes (eight holes)
30 Folding Fans (10 inches long)
The top three monthly ticket holders were guaranteed prizes and could freely choose their rewards.
At 8 PM on July 7th, I would post a separate chapter announcing the winning numbers.
Winners could join the group and contact the group admin or owner directly. They could claim their prizes with a screenshot of their ticket stub, and the prizes would be mailed to them by courier.
Note: Winners must redeem their prizes before 8 PM on the 9th. After that, they would become invalid.
Lastly, Wendao wanted to emphasize this once more: this raffle was just to give you brothers and sisters some fun and follow the trend, so please don't make it into something overly serious. Let me state my purpose frankly first: mainly, I wanted to ask you brothers and sisters to help me give the rankings a push!
At present, this book had already reached its later stages.
The plot would mainly revolve around the Thirteen Taboos. Once Gu Mo dealt with all thirteen of them, this book would end. There would not be any setting where he ascended to the upper realm and opened up an entirely new map.
As for updates, everyone could rest assured that I would definitely update steadily. It was just that now that I had reached the Thirteen Taboos, the difficulty of the power settings, plot development, and so on had risen greatly, so updates could not compare to the previous few months.
This was the longest novel I had ever written, and also the one that drained the most of my mind and spirit, because everything I wrote before had been the sort of novel that did not require much plot. The protagonist only needed to "slash, slash, slash," then the story would end after five or six hundred thousand words, and he would ascend to the upper realm to slash all over again.
For this kind of novel that needed plot to hold it up, it was truly difficult and exhausting for me. I was not trying to play the victim—I really had already developed somatization symptoms.
But I was very happy, because there were many brothers and sisters who supported and liked this novel. This book's results were also the best I had ever achieved, so I did not dare mess around. I did not dare pad the word count recklessly just to chase quantity. I was afraid of writing it into a collapse, afraid of letting everyone down, afraid of being criticized, afraid of a terrible ending, afraid of abandoning it, afraid that you brothers and sisters would stop supporting me in the future!
So, for my future, for the sake of walking farther and farther down the road of writing and becoming the popular author I dreamed of being, I would definitely do everything in my power to write this book well and not let down everyone's support!
Lastly, I'm asking for another wave of monthly ticket support.
Wendao hereby thanked all you brothers and sisters!
Kowtow!!!