With his female lead keeping the group in line, Chu Ge settled down to write.
Although Qiu Wuji knew nothing about writing novels, what she said made a great deal of sense. At least for what the two of them were currently trying to explore, fleshing out the world mattered more than the characters' stories. Of course, he couldn't neglect the story; readers were there for a story, not a collection of setting notes.
It simply reminded him to be more meticulous in this regard.
To portray every landscape in this world as though it were real.
Then that world would naturally become more real.
Every region of Southern Heaven had its own character and customs, rather than looking the same wherever one went. Across the land and through the seasons—spring, summer, autumn, and winter—the scenery varied, rather than looking the same no matter the time.
And stories grounded in this would presumably be more engaging and immersive too.
Although the challenge was growing harder... it actually gave Chu Ge the pleasure of returning to his original aspirations, that ambition he'd had as a writer back then to topple the greats and prove himself.
Putting all other purposes aside, he simply wanted to do this well.
Besides, his circumstances seemed to have improved now... Cultivation brought him not only greater energy and quicker thinking, but, more importantly, an improved memory. He could recall many things he had forgotten. Poems, famous quotations, scenic descriptions, and historical allusions he had memorized years ago and long since forgotten were vivid in his mind, as fresh as ever.
When were a person's prose and imagination at their best? During high school, when they were truly steeped in literature. Chu Ge had always thought so. His prose back then had been far better than it