I have a high-risk profession in the cultivation world.

The story ends here, and I feel really reluctant and guilty.

I haven't given the characters in this book a more complete and vivid world, nor have I provided a stable output for the readers who have been with it all along.

The characters in the book aren't very well-developed, and upon closer reading, I realized they all reflected aspects of myself. Internal strife, inner conflict, hesitation. It's inevitable that the story isn't well-told; I started writing with boundless enthusiasm, brimming with the confidence that I could write anything, driven by an overzealous passion, like climbing stairs two steps at a time.

Being too eager for quick results.

I mentally prepared myself for this.

For example, writing is a hobby, and I only write my own.

For example, I shouldn't care too much about what others say; I'll just write what I want to write.

It's normal that nobody reads it; I'll just keep writing my own.

But in reality, everyone has expectations for their own results.

I started paying close attention to data, comments, and the slightest hint of trouble, almost to the point of being paranoid. This greatly diminished my enthusiasm. I realized the drawbacks, yet I still fell into the trap of "success."

Rather than figuring out how to develop the next story and crafting the right words, I'm more concerned with why, despite both being writers, my results are so much worse than others.

I don't consider my writing to be terrible; it's at least average. But my grades are far below average. This brings me to the second point.

opinionated.

Writing is a gradual process, and I'm just a toddler learning to speak here. If I had adjusted my mindset earlier, perhaps the writing process wouldn't have been so agonizing.

I should benchmark myself against, not others, and certainly not against the experts.

Actually, it's also related to my real life. I haven't experienced any major setbacks in twenty years, and my youthful arrogance was completely worn away during my senior year of college. My application for graduate school wasn't going smoothly, my experiments couldn't continue, and I was at a loss about how to connect with graduate students. These are things I can't put aside. Compared to these, it seems much easier to temporarily put aside my book, which would be an understatement to say it received a lukewarm response.

Once you choose to escape, it's like a faded old newspaper—it's hard to redo it.

give up halfway.

When I realized I was about to step into the minefield of those four words, I finally had a sudden realization—no matter how bad the result of completing a work is, it's still worse than not completing it at all.

And so it was born, albeit in a stumbling fashion, from my pen.

It's not perfect, not very complete, not entirely finished, but thankfully it's over.

This book did not bring me any achievement, nor can it be considered a success, but it is indeed my achievement.

I will continue to write; it's a genuine hobby that I can't seem to let go of in real life. But I hope that the next piece I share with you will be a more polished and refined work.

I hope everyone can have the determination to accomplish something, the courage to remain unaffected by external influences, and become the "true warriors" that Lu Xun spoke of.

Best wishes.

—Full Moon Approaching Bow

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I can't post this because I don't have enough words, so I'll just ramble on a bit.

1. I originally wanted to kill off Wei Qi, but I liked him and Yan Jian'an's characters so much that I couldn't bear to let him die.

2. Similarly, our super-underachiever Yan Jian'an didn't engage in a "wife-chasing-after-the-cremation" scenario with Wei Qi. Every time I thought there was even a hint of a "wife-chasing-after-the-cremation" situation, little Wei Qi would naturally forgive the young master in my writing. Wei Qi loved Yan Jian'an more than I did.

3. Chu Chenmu doesn't like sesame-flavored snacks because I don't like them either. I've tried so many sesame-based things—black sesame mooncakes, black sesame glutinous rice balls, sesame biscuits, black sesame paste—and I can't stand any of them. Maybe my sesame-loving gene sequence mutated and became a cilantro-loving gene. (Just rambling)

4. I also quite like the story of Mingzhan and the young master of the Demon Sect, and I'm considering whether to write a side story about them.

—I've thought it through, I'll write it.

5. Since the beginning of this year, my family has stopped stopping me. I've been too busy these days. I never expected that graduate school would be as busy as high school. Seven days on, zero days off. This major is truly a nightmare.

—(I suspect they didn't stop me because they thought I genuinely didn't have time. My mom said in a video that I looked like a zombie from a Lam Ching-ying movie: I could cosplay a panda without makeup.) —Plus, it's been too long and I've lost my train of thought, so I've had to reorganize it. I'm embarrassed to tell everyone directly that I haven't had time to put together anything, I'm sorry.

6. I never want to be a science student in my next life!!!

7. Thank you everyone, thank you everyone, thank you everyone! I'm grateful for the opportunity to meet you all and for your companionship. I love every reader. Wishing you all smooth sailing, good fortune, and that you grow younger and happier with each passing year.

See you in our next book!

(P.S.: I will be updating Yan Jian'an's side story and Ming Zhan's side story on the two days after tomorrow.)