Those brothers who read the previous chapter and immediately declared they had Tiger's formula all figured out were a little too hasty. Do you still remember what made the Golden Saints so formidable? They would never be struck twice by the same move. Zhang Tie was far more badass than the Golden Saints—how could he possibly repeat his past experiences one after another throughout his life? That would be too young, too simple. Haha, can anyone guess what that rainbow-like energy was?
Today, Rice sent Tiger a message. Only when Tiger received it did he suddenly realize that, without even noticing, including the more than three million words of the already completed Snow Washes the World, he had written ten million words of fiction online. Looking back, even Tiger was astonished. He had no idea how he had completed such an undertaking. Back in high school, he had been someone who could not necessarily even manage an eight-hundred-word weekly journal. Looking back now on the journey of these ten million words, he could not help but be filled with emotion.
Here, Tiger wanted to offer his most heartfelt thanks to every reader. Without the support of every monthly vote, every recommendation, every click, every subscription, and every book review, Tiger would never have had the courage or strength to make it this far. It was you who made Snow Washes the World, made Black Iron, and made Tiger.
In a sense, Snow Washes the World and Black Iron were not written by Tiger alone—they were written by Tiger together with all of you. We experienced joy, sorrow, and heartfelt moments within them together; we loved together, hated together, dreamed together, and laughed together...
Tiger also wanted to give thanks. It was this platform that allowed me to meet all of