The Emperor of Great Yan was about to take his final bow.
This part of the story also suited my own ideals: sworn enemies need not meet, but once they did, it would be a fight to the death.
Next, this book would also usher in its final major storyline.
I truly felt somewhat reluctant, but that was how writing went—when it was time to reach a certain point, it had to reach it.
At the start of the month, I set a goal to keep charging toward the top ten in monthly votes.
Right now, I was more than two thousand votes away from the top ten. The gap was neither huge nor small.
It really felt like an uphill battle.
But as long as I gave it my all, I would have nothing to regret, right? So every day, I did not dare slack off, maintaining around fifteen thousand characters of updates.
Brothers with monthly tickets, please give me another push.
I will exhaust every ounce of strength to keep charging toward the top ten.
Success would naturally be best! But if I failed, at least I would have done my utmost.
Thank you, everyone.
I am truly, incomparably grateful to you all.
A bow and a kowtow.