Because my writing and storytelling are too poor and no one reads them, I'm going to devote myself to cultivation.
Actually, school is about to start again. Well, perhaps it's the disappointment of having no readers, perhaps it's the pressure of my studies. In any case, I plan to update again if fate allows, so I've specially written a doggerel poem.
Doggerel Poem
When I came of age, my ambitions soared, wishing to rival the heavens in height.
I looked down on every elder, my thoughts never reaching far enough to behold them.
My eyes turned toward the common folk, and there was no one in the world to contend with.
Only later did I realize it was already too late; in the end, I became Emperor Yin of Han.
The end. Goodbye, everyone. There's plenty of time ahead.