I originally thought this chapter was going to be postponed, but it turned out I still managed to finish it. From late November to early January, I've been extremely busy—never taking my usual day off, instead using those days to accumulate drafts, only to quickly exhaust them. It's been truly heartbreaking. The annual conference ended last night, and since then, I've had very few outings. Most of the tasks that were pending for a long time have now been addressed through phone calls and online communication. Yesterday, I managed to squeeze in a chapter and had one more draft saved, so I thought today everything would finally settle down and I could finally breathe a sigh of relief. But I was simply too naive. My plan was this: after the conference, have dinner with colleagues, go back to the hotel around 1 a.m., wake up half an hour earlier than usual—so at 8:30 a.m.—have breakfast at the hotel's self-service restaurant, then return to work on the plot and start writing, aiming to finish or at least complete half of it by noon. After that, check out, have lunch, head to the high-speed rail station, go home, and along the way, use my phone to finish or revise the remaining What this plan successfully achieved was: check-out, head to the high-speed rail station, return home, and have dinner, breakfast, and lunch. Dinner was served at 3:30 PM, and after a quick shower and bedtime, I went to sleep around 2:00 AM—thinking that six and a half hours of sleep would be quite sufficient. Yet, at 5:00 AM, the hotel suddenly called me for wake-up service. Wake-up service? I was jolted awake from my sleep, nearly having a heart attack. Though my English isn't perfect, I could clearly hear it was a wake-up call. I wanted to shout at them, but I held back, unplugged the bedside phone, and tried to go back to sleep while still half-asleep. Was that it? No—just one minute later, as I was about to fall asleep again, the phone rang once more. I realized, wow, there was another phone at my desk! I rushed over. On the way, the phone went silent, then rang again—this time for the third wake-up call. I was completely awake, pressed "0" on the phone and launched into a scolding, then picked up my phone and asked the writer group in the annual conference: what exactly had happened. Immediately, the group came alive—many responded, all of them having been woken up by the hotel's wake-up call service, nearly frantic. Later it turned out that the hotel front desk had mixed up the Yuedan team with other teams. That team needed to leave early or attend morning activities, yet the hotel had called every writer in the Yuedan team—most of them—between 5 a.m. and 5:30 a.m. I'm someone who once fully awake finds it extremely hard to fall back asleep, with poor sleep quality. After lying in bed for over two hours, I simply couldn't settle down. I got up before 8 a.m., thinking I still had to write. After a brief rest, I went downstairs for breakfast and returned to start thinking about the plot—but my mind felt as if it had been poured with glue, completely blank. So I lay there, unable to fall asleep, tossing and turning until past 11, when I finally regained a bit of composure and organized the plot. But after only writing 500 words, I had to check out of the hotel. I started feeling drowsy on the way, then dozed off in the car, then in the high-speed train, and only woke up upon arriving home—just in time to realize it was already late. I instinctively wanted to request a leave, but then I thought: since I've already worked out the plot, I might as well try writing, however much I can manage. To my relief, my energy was surprisingly good—my chapter was not only completed, but I also have time to revise it. Still, tonight I probably won't be able to write much. I'm now feeling a bit tired again. So I won't have any saved drafts. Tomorrow, I'll have to go with the "postpone revision" approach—please don't be surprised. Just wait a few minutes, and don't worry too much. Lastly, just a side note: when I first contested for the monthly ticket ranking during the Arcane era—back then it was probably Obi Coconut—I was young, restless, and even said some odd things. I later regretted it. Then, I established a rule for myself: whenever I publish a chapter, I speak only about myself and never mention others. Most of the time, I’ve adhered to this rule, and I hope everyone will take note and follow suit (laughs)—whether in the chapter itself or in the book reviews, focus solely on the mysterious elements, and avoid talking about other people or other books. Of course, exceptions are made for the series *One World*, *Arcane*, *Wudao*, *Mieyun*, *Crows*, and *Horse Raiders*. (Wait—why did I clearly set this as a chapter reflection, and it ended up becoming a VIP chapter? I must have edited it somewhere along the way.)