Dear readers, From 2019 to now, 2025, I've spent every birthday writing.
I'm not very accustomed to crowded occasions, yet I've grown quite used to the echoes of high mountains and flowing waters. I've never celebrated my birthdays seriously, yet I've always celebrated them in earnest.
Writing is something deeply enjoyable. Even after all I've been through, I still feel that way.
I once asked some accomplished seniors face-to-face, "Now that you don't write anymore, don't you feel empty and lonely? Don't you find it hard to bear?"
The seniors smiled mysteriously and said that one day, I would understand.
Even now, I still don't understand.
To this day, I still haven't found anything I enjoy more than writing.
Of course, the process is winding. The gap between ideals and reality, the uncontrollable nature of one's writing state... those are agonizing.
Thinking back to 2019, when I quietly uploaded this story without even knowing when it might be signed... time really has rushed by too quickly.
Many readers have stayed with me all the way to this point.
Some have graduated, some are pursuing graduate studies, some have gone abroad, some have started working, some have married and had children...
I truly, deeply thank every person who has seriously read this novel.
As this long story gradually approaches its end, as each chapter receives its conclusion, my mindset has changed greatly as well.
Before, I always said that I was grateful to every reader who participated in this xianxia world in any way. Even if you weren't reading the official version, so long as you thought this story was fairly good, I received the satisfaction of a writer.
But I would also always emphasize, "Haters excluded."
I've always been clear-cut in love and hate. Whoever cursed me, I cursed right