Four chapters had been updated. Below are three messages of thanks!
When I received the editor's notice about the Three Seals, I was both excited and uneasy.
I was excited because I never expected to receive such an honor, and uneasy because I felt I still had not worked hard enough and had let down everyone's trust.
Endless Dantian had been in the works for over two years, and Lao Ya had poured all his heart and blood into it. But readers who had followed it all along knew that since last year, updates had become somewhat slow. Compared to the old days, when I could casually unleash ten or twenty chapters at once, two chapters a day truly felt like a drop in the bucket.
Some people said Lao Ya had become lazy. Endless Dantian had made him money, so he had grown lazy, lost his fighting spirit, and was no longer like before.
Lao Ya did not deny that I was indeed lazier than before. But it was not because of money—it was because of my health.
Lao Ya lived in Haixi Mongol and Tibetan Autonomous Prefecture, Qinghai, more than 3,000 meters above sea level. Back when I was pushing myself desperately, I was young and felt nothing. But after passing thirty, my stamina was far from what it used to be. Whenever I desperately typed away, at least five nights out of seven I would suffer splitting headaches and be unable to sleep.
My family said it was because the air here was thin and I had overworked my brain. They told Lao Ya not to push himself so hard, to find a steady job and write steadily.
Lao Ya really had been frightened by the pain. Back when I used to explode with updates, at worst