Some News About the New Book, and a Few Casual Words

It had been a long time since I last had a casual chat with everyone. Over the past year, I had worked hard with my head down, steadily writing and updating. In truth, maintaining steady updates was harder than suddenly erupting in a burst of speed. Sheng Ji had once been among those who pioneered the speed-writing style, but now I wanted to write better books, so I kept striving for perfection while making myself more consistent.

Heretic Young Master Apothecary had taken over a year to write, reaching more than three million words. Overall, Sheng Ji was quite satisfied with it, but there were also many regrets and shortcomings. Sheng Ji had already prepared the new book, and it would rise to an even higher level. This would be a new starting point for Sheng Ji, because it was the book I had poured the most care into.

Before I knew it, ten years had passed. Ten years had flashed by in the blink of an eye, yet Sheng Ji had never stopped. Every step had been just like my name—I had to become a little better than my past self, to surpass who I had been before. If one wished to defeat others, one must first defeat oneself. That was Sheng Ji.

Barring any major changes, the new book would begin updating in September. Now that this book had ended, Sheng Ji could no longer speak with everyone through it whenever I wished. Generally, I could only chat with everyone here again when a new book began. Before then, everyone could join the official group that Chuangshi had prepared for Sheng Ji. I would pop up there from time to time.

317547842 was the group number. Everyone was welcome to join. Sheng Ji would occasionally come online to