At long last, this story has reached its grand finale. That's that.
The ending dragged on for more than half a year, and the author had already done their best to write it well. Although the final result was still only so-so, there was nothing to be done—the author's abilities were limited.
As for the story that would have followed, I couldn't come up with any more exciting plotlines. If everyone still feels unsatisfied, use your own imagination. Consider it the blank space the author has left for everyone to enjoy filling in.
This book took more than a year to write. I should probably have had plenty to ramble on about, but I wrote some reflections a few days ago, so let's count those as my thoughts on the ending.
I don't plan to spout any more unnecessary nonsense.
Writing a book is a fairly simple matter: if it's well written, then it's well written; if it's poorly written, then it's poorly written. Whether it's good or not will naturally be decided by readers' monthly votes and subscriptions. There's no need to go on at length.
Tomorrow, I'm preparing to start a new book. I'll probably stockpile chapters for about a week before publishing it.
The old story has already come to an end,
A new journey is about to begin,
If fate allows, I'll see everyone again in the new jianghu.