Finally, it is finished. A sense of emptiness washes over me, an overwhelming melancholy that brings a sudden urge to weep.

Xie Jun began uploading in March of last year, on the 22nd. As of today, it spans one year and four months, accumulating 4.27 million characters! That averages nearly ten thousand characters per day!

I thank all my brothers and sisters for accompanying me through all the storms and sunshine of this journey. Without you, Xie Jun would have achieved nothing.

A deep bow of gratitude! You will forever remain the dearest people in my heart!

Heh, perhaps in a certain sense, my brothers and sisters, you are my benefactors! My saviors!

Thank you!

The first half of Xie Jun, I wrote with immense joy. It was so smooth; countless times I laughed out loud at my own writing, and countless times I wept silently into the pages.

All my emotions, all my feelings, I poured into it. As I wrote, it felt as if I could see an untamed youth carving his path step by step in another world. He was arrogant, defiant, utterly genuine, lovable, clear in his love and hatred, living life entirely on his own terms!

I adore Jun Mo Xie!

There are so many other characters in this book I wanted to write, characters I cannot forget.

Jun Wu Hui, Dongfang Wen Xin, Tang Yuan, Li You Ran, Jun Wu Yi, Ye Gu Han, Murong Xiu Xiu… so many, so many. I feel such reluctance to let them go.

Truly, I cannot bear to part with them.

But my spirit is exhausted. If I could have maintained the state of mind I held during the first half, I believe I could have made this book even better. It is a great regret, and I am truly sorry. I did not achieve it.

Heh, a bitter smile escapes me; I, this person, still take things too seriously.

Moreover, the writing of this book was too wildly imaginative. I forgot that I am Feng Ling Tian Xia; I am just a web novelist. I am not Jun Mo Xie.

Jun Mo Xie can live as he pleases, but I cannot.

Therefore, for the next book, I will write with extreme caution, with great care, and with even deeper dedication… hoping there won't be so many points that can be flagged for reporting…

The weariness and powerlessness in my heart leave me feeling utterly helpless.

Yes, one more clarification. I am merely a web writer; calling myself an author feels like a stretch. I am certainly not some ‘Great Writer’…

What I write is fluff fiction, and the next book will be the same. I cannot produce a masterpiece… I feel a deep sense of shame.

Sigh, I don't know what else to say.

My mind is a complete mess…

I have a habit when writing: before starting the day’s work, I reread the relevant preceding chapters. If I find any part that I feel lacks detail or was omitted, I try to supplement it in that day's chapter. This habit is actually quite detrimental, because additions, after all, lack the seamless flow of the original continuity.

That is why, at moments like these, some brothers feel things are a bit strange.

Some people even think it’s padding, just adding volume for word count… I deeply apologize. If I have affected your reading pleasure, I will correct this going forward.

Xie Jun consumed far too much of my emotional energy. Now that the book is finished, I, too, need a substantial period to readjust my mindset. Heh, to heal some wounds… It feels as if a major spiritual anchor in my life has suddenly vanished. I hope everyone can understand this feeling.

I will not rush into starting the next book immediately. I fear bringing the emotional residue of Xie Jun into the new story, and that would be disastrous.

The new book is anticipated to meet you all next month.

Please grant me this month-long holiday. Thank you!

My dearest brothers and sisters, we will meet again next month. When we do, we shall once again sweep the heavens and dance with the clouds! Thank you!!