Bengtie: My death fueled their madness.

Ruan Mei did not flinch or avoid the question; her face was filled with a heartbreaking sadness.

This was not intentionally revealed to Jing Liu, nor was it a black swan or Yu Qingtu.

Instead, she recalled the past, how she had committed a grave mistake but blamed all the consequences on Amu.

After holding his sword for a long time, Jingliu ultimately did not thrust it down.

…The Zhanhui Sword that her master left her is already broken; it cannot be broken again…

Especially because of another woman!

not worth!

She didn't want to admit it because Qi Zhimu's childhood experiences in her previous life were highly similar to her own, and in the end, she forcibly suppressed the resentment in her heart.

But it is an indisputable fact that Ruan Mei saved her master, just as her master's family saved her.

"Memories, whether the memories you gave me are real or not is no longer important. Leave quickly and do not disturb my peace."

"But I need to know some things, and I have to ask Miss Jingliu for help." Black Swan tilted her head slightly.

"If that truly was Master's previous life, it has nothing to do with me, therefore—"

Jingliu completely suppressed all his emotions, his face returning to its cold and indifferent state.

"The master I know has nothing to do with you, since he has never mentioned any of those things to me."

Even if it were true, her master wouldn't tell her, much less recount these past events to her.

But she was actually more willing to let her master do that.

There's no need to unravel past wounds, nor to chase after them.

Her master would only be saddened if he told her, and how could she bear to make her master sad because of her?

Master only needs her, she's enough...

"Is that so...?"

Black Swan remained noncommittal, asking a question in a calm tone.

Do you think that by reincarnating and changing identities, a person can easily sever all ties from past lives?

"If Mr. Qi's death in this life is not the end, and he has an afterlife where he encounters different women and experiences new loves and hates, he will forget you alone..."

Black Swan paused, then said, word by word:

"So, Ms. Kagami also believes this is none of your business?"

"..."

Jingliu's eyes instantly darkened, brewing a terrifying storm.

Imagine your master, like the Vidyadharas, reincarnating through countless lifetimes, yet forgetting everything, standing before you in a pair with a strange woman…

No...no!

She closed her eyes and concentrated for a long time before forcibly suppressing her turbulent emotions and opening her eyes again to look at the black swan.

She felt no hatred toward this person who remembered her, only a faint hostility born of jealousy.

The black swan had once received kindness from her master.

But she couldn't find a angle to criticize, let alone open her mouth to mock.

Only this woman… After thinking of something, Jing Liu coldly glanced at the silent Ruan Mei.

But should she really draw her sword and stab this woman a thousand times over?

In chaotic times, human life is less valuable than that of chickens and dogs.

Where the army passed, human habitation vanished, brambles and thorns covered the fields, and thousands of miles of fertile land were reduced to desolate graves with exposed bones.

Soldiers looting was commonplace, and civilians were treated as walking provisions. Women were abducted, men were conscripted, and the elderly, weak, and children were openly priced.

Dog meat costs three coins, human flesh costs one coin... people break bones to cook food and exchange children to eat.

None of the above are extreme cases, but rather real-life scenarios that can be seen everywhere.

Ordinary people have nowhere to escape or avoid; born into chaotic times, they are born to be bait.

They either died in battle, from famine, or from the pollution caused by war; even getting a complete corpse was a luxury.

The master in his first life was born in a world that was a hundred or even ten thousand times darker than the world where he suffered plunder and slaughter at the hands of the Bu Li people.

The one who saves him from darkness is the light of his life.

If it weren't for that rescue, he would have died long ago in the eternal darkness, and there would have been no subsequent consequences.

Jingliu felt he should, and indeed should, descend into madness, so that he could destroy, kill, vent, and trace his master's footsteps without restraint...

But she didn't go crazy.

Why, even after all this, has the demonic spirit still not come after her?

Jing Liu's expression shifted constantly, which the Black Swan observed without fear; instead, a slight smile appeared on her lips.

It's good that you care.

So she struck while the iron was hot and patiently guided her.

"In the past, we all lived in this world with the understanding that Mr. Qi had left us forever."

"And now that his second life has appeared in our world, how can we be so sure he won't have a third?"

"As long as that kind of future exists, we all have the possibility of making up for our regrets, don't we?"

"Are you sure you want to give up on this future, Ms. Kagami?"

Jingliu admitted that she was persuaded by Clarice.

"What do you want to know, Clarice?"

"Just call me Black Swan... The name Clarisse belongs exclusively to Mr. Qi."

"I didn't ask you that." Jing Liu's eyes were icy cold.

"Don't be angry. Assuming Mr. Qi has an afterlife, cooperating is the best option until we find him. There's strength in numbers."

The black swan didn't seem to care and looked around at the others.

"Of course, if any of you here intend to rely on yourselves, I will not force you to."

Geniuses have their own methods, but geniuses are not geniuses in all fields.

She is backed by the Flowing Light Memory Court, an organization with countless memory collectors active in the galaxy.

The probability of finding Qi Zhimu in his third life is no different from finding a needle in a haystack, but at least it's better than finding a needle in a galaxy.

The women remained silent, none of them voicing their opposition to Black Swan's proposal.

well.

The black swan squinted its eyes in satisfaction.

"Miss Jingliu, I need Mr. Qi's belongings, the ones that have been with him for as long as possible, to collect all the memories related to him."

"Can you use these memories to roughly locate him?"

"It might work, it might not, but any possibility is worth trying."

Give me some time.

Jingliu left behind a few words, only his back to the three women.

……

As soon as she came down the mountain, Jingliu saw someone who seemed to be waiting for her.

"Greetings, Marshal," she said calmly.

There was no respect, but there was no obvious resentment either.

She understood that the Marshal's duty was to protect the entire alliance, and that he often had no choice in the matter.

But understanding is not the same as agreeing.

Hua sighed inwardly.

She was not unaware that Jingliu harbored resentment, for she had arrived late.

But that person who obtained the power of the Jianmu tree, or rather… the person who inherited everything from the Jianmu tree—

Perhaps only the Emperor's Bow and Arrow can destroy it.

After learning about everything Qi Zhimu had done over the past thousand years, she became even more convinced of her guess.

And that is why she sought out Mirror Stream.

Jingliu should know the whole truth, whether or not she has already guessed it.

After all, she was the one who was most deeply injured after this bloody battle. Among the four people, Qi Zhimu was the only one who escaped unscathed, and she was the one he would do everything to protect.

Hua handed over three different jade talismans to Jingliu.

"It contains records of the Ten Kings' Division's recovery using special methods, as well as important events that Mianxue Qinghan and Qi Zhimu have experienced together over the years."

"Finally, in the year 6321 of the Star Calendar, 1057 years ago, Qi Zhimu arrived at the Xuling Immortal Ship to see me, and then went to the Luofu Nether Prison to find the Origin Immortal."

6321 years?

Jing Liu's emotions fluctuated rapidly, and he gripped the three jade tokens tightly with trembling hands.

Wasn't that the time she fell into a coma due to illness...?

"Thank you, Marshal."

"Once you've settled down, if you have anything to say... come find me. I'll be staying in Luofu for the rest of the time."