Before I knew it, another new year had arrived.
January 1, 2025.
Time really flew by.
I'd originally thought this book could be finished this year, but it turned out there were still many loose ends left untied, many characters and plotlines yet to be properly explained, and... in short, still so many things left unfinished.
If I were to wrap it up hastily like this, I'd truly be letting down this book, the effort I'd poured into it, and the support of all my readers. So Lao Mo could only take it slowly and do his best to finish telling the story, to make it whole.
Lao Mo didn't dare promise how well he could tell it, but he really was striving to do his best, striving to preserve the story's completeness.
So...
I can't finish writing it. I just can't finish it at all.
Brothers and sisters, please give Lao Mo just a little more time to finish telling this story. My deepest thanks.
Here, Lao Mo wished everyone a happy new year. May the new year bring all your wishes to fruition. And may you travel across mountains and rivers, yet still find warmth in this human world; may the future be full of promise, and may everything be worth it.
Respectfully, Mo Ru Jianghu!