Over on his side, Chu Ge had spent two straight days churning out chapters. Once he had found his updating rhythm again, he started missing Qiu Wuji.
A day apart felt like ages without Qiu Qiu.
Unfortunately, neither of those two days of writing had brought him into that overhead-view state. Never mind seeing Qiu Qiu-he could not even see Cloudreach Mountain.
Was it because he had been writing about other people these past two days? That probably had little to do with it. When he had written Chu Tiange's scenes before, hadn't he seen him talking to someone?
It really was like Duan Yu's Six Meridian Divine Sword, working one moment and failing the next. The more he wanted to see Qiu Qiu, the less he could.
He tried drinking spiritual tea and keeping the newly acquired Clam Pearl on him, cultivating as he typed. He could feel that his cultivation was benefiting and improving, his internal injuries were slowly healing, and his writing flowed smoothly. Yet he still could not see the Qiu Qiu he wanted to see.
How annoying.
Chu Ge uploaded his last chapter for the day, exhaled, and stood up to stretch.
Perhaps he could not be too impatient. It was like cultivation: the more urgently he sought results and fixated on a particular goal, the more easily things could go awry.
Turning on his treadmill, Chu Ge ran absentmindedly, thinking that it had been a while since he had gone to the Black Room to train. Today would have been a good day for a workout there, but he did not feel like going.
Clearly, the Black Room was very likely carrying out its retaliation these days. Going over now would be no different from volunteering, "Hey, need a hand?" Better to stay out