As the end drew near, Lao Huo wanted to say a few things from the heart.
I had wanted to say these things long ago, but held them back. The reason was simple: an author had to restrain the urge to express themselves. You could say anything in the book review section, but in a novel, even if it was relevant, you should say as little as possible when it was unnecessary.
Until someone asked whether I was writing this myself now, and whether I dared to answer.
What was there for me not to dare answer? Of course Eternal Flame was writing it!
I had always been modest, but I dared say this: even though I was now writing the hardest kind of ending, even though I was struggling with it, no ghostwriter could compare to me!
Any ghostwriter capable of writing at my level would have long since gone independent and would only earn more, never less. Besides, I almost became a ghostwriter back then, fortunately nobody wanted me. Manually posting a face-covering image.
All right, emotions settled. Now for some rational things.
All you readers could see that the entire Confucian Sage had entered its final stretch and would conclude in around two months.
Lao Huo also knew that many people complained, saying that after Saint Zong, it looked exactly like an ordinary fantasy novel about killing monsters and leveling up.
I did not object at all. That was right—after Saint Zong's Sagefall, it became an ordinary fantasy novel about killing monsters and leveling up.
The reason was simple.
After Half-Sage, many things changed. The Confucian School had always been about people, about engaging with the world. After Half-Sage, it departed from the Confucian School's ideals.
The Confucian School was a cultivation system that did not transcend