After ten thousand years of cultivation, it finally became a single scroll.
Hands clasped in salute.
Thank you to every reader who stayed with Bai Yujun through heavenly tribulations and endured the suppressions alongside her. You gave this journey of cultivation warmth.
I know there were flaws in both the writing and the plot; after all, my abilities were limited. What I owe readers most is an apology for dragging this out for far too long—around seven years. I truly am sorry, everyone. I usually drove to earn money, sometimes staying up late or heading far from home. Supporting a household was not easy. I wore out three phones tapping away at the words on them. (Wry smile.)
Once again, thank you all for giving me face and letting me earn a bite to eat. Hands clasped in salute.
After finishing tonight, I felt a little lost. It was not merely the end of a story, but the completion of a stretch of road.
Bai Yujun was not a perfect protagonist. She could be afraid, she could get angry, she could cling tightly to that sliver of security and refuse to let go. She loved money, held grudges, and mastered all sorts of skills solely to make a living. Yet it was precisely this ordinariness that made her feel more like a living, breathing life.
Rest assured, Little White will find her mother in the future, and the whole family will sit together to celebrate the holidays.
If any of you someday make it to the Immortal Realm, take your place among the immortals, and attend court assemblies, remember to tell Little White privately where you came from. At the very least, she will give you a leisurely divine post to enjoy your blessings.
There was no perfection in this