I am terribly sorry. I have already promised twice to write a new chapter, but lately, every matter in my life, every little thing, has been far from trivial. I tried several times, but could never calm my mind enough to write; I could not even muster the enthusiasm for a little simple amusement. So, I am truly sorry: Immortal Road is going on hiatus, or rather, updates are being delayed for now. After all, I still have 8,000 words left to finish this month's nonnegotiable assignment.
To all my readers and friends of the past two years, please rest assured: Dust Along the Immortal Road will absolutely not be abandoned. Even if some people do not understand what it means, neither I nor most of the readers who care about this book would ever take it lightly. The story has now entered the war, but only two or three chapters have been written, and some things have yet to unfold. Rest assured, the coming plot will not be so murky and hard to follow. It has a clear main thread, and there will also be things brimming with spirit and genuine feeling. Rest assured, although Guan Pingchao has encountered some dark things, his heart will still beat, vivid and red. The book's framework is already clear, and I have thought through the ending, down to the details. Leaving it unfinished? That would be hard.
Once again, I am sorry. Goodbye for now!
A little sad? That probably will not do. In keeping with this book's tradition, let me quote some poetry to rally our spirits:
Call forth a bright moon to fill the sky, let it shine upon the ice and snow within my breast, as a hundred rivers surge and flow.
Though my whale-like drinking has yet to