(If I updated a little more each day, the Chess Battle plot would only take two or three days, and naturally nobody could call it padding, only wonderful. Back when I wrote Ning Que's descent into demonhood in Ever Night, I said something similar. That was in 2012. After he became a demon, I went straight ahead and wrote five chapters a day, so that worked out, but I definitely can't do that now. Laziness is one part of it, and having a lot to do is only another part. Mainly, I definitely have to return to Hubei early next month, so I need to prepare a stockpile of chapters. If following daily updates is frustrating, you might save up a few days' worth to read... I rarely used to offer explanations or suggestions like this. When I was writing Ever Night, I thought what I wrote was fucking awesome, and it really annoyed me to be accused of dragging things out because I wasn't updating enough. I wanted to explain how great I was. Now I still think I write very well, but my main reason for explaining this is that I hope you won't be unhappy. Sending you a heart, and while I'm at it, recommending Against the Current: An Age of Innocence once again.)
When Tong Yan said this, his expression was composed and his tone ordinary, but on closer consideration, his words were extraordinarily cutting and full of mockery, because this contempt bordered on outright disregard.
Shang Jiulou's expression changed abruptly, his face flushing red, yet he could not speak, because even he had to admit that the gap between his talent and Tong Yan's was far too great.
An extremely exaggerated laugh rang out in front of the great tree.
"Hahahaha... Tong Yan,