Bengtie: My death fueled their madness.

The Snow White sisters' postwar experiences did not include many noteworthy events.

Almost all of these tasks can be integrated into the work of the judges of the Ten Kings' Office, who are in charge of the lifespan of the immortal ships and are at the command of the Ten Kings.

Then, Qi Zhimu first gave a general account of his experiences in this life, followed by his previous life.

"That's how it is. If you, like Kagami Ryu, mind..."

"Please don't say that, Lord Chimu!"

Upon hearing Qi Zhimu's words, the two sisters interrupted him in unison.

"Have you... forgotten the vow we once made?"

Qi Zhimu recalled the events of that year: "The day I activated your Free Manifestations?"

"Yes," they said in unison.

In that situation, even a long-lived species with strong healing abilities would not have been able to save its life by ordinary means.

Qi Zhimu had no choice but to save people, unlike them.

They had the right to choose whether or not to follow him into hell, so in his final moments he asked the two sisters if they were still willing to fight for him.

The answer is yes.

"Perhaps Lord Zhimu is saying that Shunxue Jinhong is dead, and we no longer need to fight for you..."

"But the once-mianxue Qinghan should have died, but you chose to let us live and gave us a new future."

"We have received so much from Lord Zhimu, how could we ask for more? As long as you don't despise us sisters... that's enough."

Qi Zhimu was not surprised by this statement, and a smile appeared on his face.

"I remember everything, but that doesn't mean I can make decisions for you. It's your business if you want to see me as your whole world."

"It is my business to lay everything bare, to respect you, and to give you the right to choose again."

"I am honored to have your unwavering companionship in my past life, to have received your unconditional trust and your selfless affection."

"...Lord Chimu..."

Even after living for over a thousand years and experiencing the relentless erosion of human emotions by time, they still couldn't control their emotional turmoil upon hearing Qi Zhimu's words.

They embraced Qi Zhimu tightly, one on each side, unable to contain their emotions.

"It's our honor!"

From their school days, Master Zhimu appeared in their world, giving them the care and warmth they had long lost and become unfamiliar with.

Growing up during those times, I developed a deep dependence on him.

They knew that their initial feelings were affection, but they didn't understand the specifics.

Perhaps it was a father, perhaps a brother, or perhaps someone of the opposite sex.

But it was precisely because they grew up under the consistent care of Master Zhimu that they were far more sensible than most of their peers and understood the kind of hatred they carried.

Ultimately, they chose to join the army to avenge the monstrous creatures that had taken their parents' lives, temporarily setting aside the true meaning of their feelings.

Unexpectedly, the special instructor that General Teng Xiao asked them to find turned out to be the school teacher Qi Zhimu.

Little did I expect that I would become his subordinate, accomplice, and ultimately, his soulmate...

But regardless of the era, there is one truth: without the guidance of a wise and discerning person, their future would likely have been cut short by their youthful despondency.

With such a life experience, how could they possibly deserve his praise? It should be the other way around.

Feeling the warmth of Lord Jimo and experiencing an unprecedented sense of security, the two sisters, who had never known happiness for hundreds of years, truly experienced it at this moment.

In the interlayered space, the Black Tower witnessed the three embracing tenderly, sighed softly, and quietly departed.

If it were Jingliu, she could appear without any guilt or psychological burden.

And the snow-clad crows...

She had no problem with the two sisters; on the contrary, she admired them.

Regardless of the circumstances or the era—

Those who are willing to give their lives and even their souls for the people they love without hesitation deserve respect.

After all, Brother Mu is someone who would also be willing to give his life for you...

The kind of teacher you are will determine the kind of students you produce.

Oh no.

Oh, yes, yes.

I almost forgot one fact—Ruan Mei didn't really teach Qi Zhimu how to conduct himself or his values.

The person who taught him the most in this regard was Yu Qingtu, who would also tell him many wonderful stories from the universe to broaden his horizons.

Ruan Mei taught only pure knowledge, and only one thing about how to conduct oneself: never overstep the bounds.

Tsk, it's better to stay away from that.

When it comes to being a teacher, Qi Zhimu, who has served as a formal school teacher for hundreds of years, is far more outstanding than Ruan Mei.

Let's just consider this a wasted trip and go back.

Ms. Black Tower is never good at understanding people's feelings—except for Qi Zhimu.

He is different.

Qi Zhimu seemed to sense something and looked up, his gaze falling on the subspace coordinates where the Black Tower had been before it left.

After a moment's thought, I understood the reason and felt a warmth in my heart.

Heta said that if there was to be compromise, it would be these women who would compromise for him.

She doesn't have double standards, and she keeps her word.

So understanding and devoted to her lover, what more could one ask for?

Qi Zhimu didn't want to say too many sentimental things; he simply kept Hei Ta's restraint and sacrifices in his heart.

He was used to treating everyone equally, but—Black Tower was different.

…It really is different.

Neither of them expected that they would think of the same thing.

"The last time I felt the wind under the blue sky like this was before 1629, in Malahashi, right after the operation to wipe out the Bloodstorm Hunt."

The crow was unaware that a genius had quietly come and quietly left.

She nestled against Qi Zhimu's left shoulder, looked up at the sky, and reached out to feel the cool breeze brushing through her fingers.

"Indeed, it was 1629 years ago. Back then, we were already monsters..."

Xueyi leaned against Qi Zhimu's right shoulder, filled with emotion.

"Things have changed. Although we are still ourselves and Lord Zhimu is still Lord Zhimu, we have all shed our monster identities."

"Lord Zhimu, will you stay in Luofu from now on, or continue your travels across the starry sea?"

Having just returned to Qingxin Residence and followed Qi Zhimu's aura to Jingliu at the back, Jingliu paused upon hearing these words, instinctively holding his breath.

"What would you think if I said I wouldn't stay long?"

"Just like back then, we will unconditionally support any decision Lord Zhimu makes," Xueyi said earnestly.

The crows remained silent.

The sisters are of one mind; when answering a question, one of them can do it all.

"In each reincarnation, Lord Zhimu never lingers because of the entanglements of his previous life, so how could we expect you to stop your journey in this life?"

"That's right." Cold Crow chimed in, "You are no longer the Instant Blood Rainbow whose merits and demerits are too numerous to count on the Immortal Ship. Don't dwell on your past self."

…The bitter and hateful past is not worth dwelling on, Han Ya silently added in his heart.

"Our strength is limited, but even if the stars are vast, we will come from tens of millions of light-years away as long as you ask."

Qi Zhimu sighed softly, concealing the complex emotions in his eyes, and put his arms around their shoulders respectively.

"..." Jingliu remained silent.