Translated by Coldtaco
Edited by Aelryinth
As Qiu Bin slowly calmed down, he was surprised at what he had posted on his Weibo.
"I was being too impulsive. What's wrong with me today? Why couldn't I just keep it in?"
Qiu Bin's regret was settling in, but what was done had been done. Promises were made, Weibos were posted. There were tens of thousands of fans as witnesses, so it was too late to take it back.
The news would probably be written into articles and posted by various video game media companies. When the time came, the whole video game industry might have their eyes on this incident, and it might gain even more traction after that.
"Geez, that wasn't smart!" Qiu Bin had never been the hot-headed type. If he was still full of zeal at thirty-something, why would he make a game like Guardian of the Holy Spring?