First and foremost, I had to thank all the readers who accompanied me along the way. Your support gave me the motivation to keep writing. You were all my best friends.
Of course, I also had to thank the Qidian Chinese Network platform and the dedicated, responsible editors. Thank you for giving my work a stage.
Sai'an's story had come to an end here. The road ahead was now his to walk.
Some readers asked me how the River of Fate could be dealt with, and how one could reach the pinnacle of level one hundred.
Honestly, I couldn't write how the existence of fate should be faced either... After all... I had given fate too much weight, and I had given the spirit of Netheril too cruel a meaning.
Fate... If Punk truly broke free from it in explicit terms, I felt it would lose that unique flavor. Leaving everyone with endless room for imagination like this was better.
I had always thought the ending of Jin Yong's Fox Volant of the Snowy Mountain was particularly good. Some things were only charming when left unknown; making them too definite only made them dull.
If you asked me whether Punk could break free from fate and shatter the tragedies of one Blazing Sun Throne after another—
My answer was that I didn't know either. It was an unknown, an unknown left for all of you readers.
No one knew where the fourth president of the Silent Alliance, His Excellency Punk-Sai'an, the "Whisper of Destruction" who wielded the Fano'oden Staff, would lead this universe. After all, he was the most mysterious Blazing Sun spellcaster of Netheril!
My new book, The Girl Dances Alone, was being prepared and was expected to begin updating within a week. It would still be rational