Today's two chapters were finished. It had been a long time since I last chatted with everyone, so I wanted to say a few words.
These past few months, the updates had been pretty lackluster. Of course, working a job while writing two books was tiring, but that was only one reason. The most important thing was that my passion had gradually faded. Anyone who had written before knew that once you passed three million words, that original burning fervor slowly got worn away. It was like a girl—no matter how pretty, no matter how much you liked her, ahem ahem, after doing it for too long, the passion would fade too...
Lao Ya had been facing this situation recently. Seeing those half-dead results, I couldn't summon any spirit either, and so I became more and more dispirited!
For this, Lao Ya first wanted to say sorry to everyone. I knew I had hurt the hearts of many Endless fans. I was an author, but even more so, I was a reader. When other authors' updates were weak, I had gotten angry too. Now that I had become like this myself, I naturally understood how everyone felt.
Everyone had gathered because of Endless Dantian; that was fate. The reason Endless Dantian had been able to bring together more than a hundred thousand readers was because of everyone's unwavering support!
Starting today, Lao Ya would become that diligent guy from before. Though I was already over thirty, my fighting spirit should still be there. Brothers and sisters, let Lao Ya's passion burn once more!
Starting today, Lao Ya wanted subscriptions, recommendations, monthly tickets, rewards... I wanted everything. Everyone's support was my greatest motivation. I would work hard again, update with all my strength—keep it up, keep it up! Also, the several