Bengtie: My death fueled their madness.

"No debts owed to either party" was what Ruan Mei said; to violate that would be to overstep one's bounds.

Just as Dan Heng was unwilling to inherit everything from Dan Feng after his reincarnation, Qi Zhimu was also unwilling to inherit himself as Ruan Mei's student.

It's hard to say what the future holds, but at least for now, I'm not willing to.

Only Nguyen Mai was like that; the others were different.

Black Swan, Yu Qingtu, Jing Liu, Xueyi Hanya, and Black Tower never asked him to forget them.

The most special person among them is Jingliu, his apprentice.

Out of sheer necessity, and to avoid the Mirror Stream being swallowed up, he had to do the same thing as Ruan Mei and drive the people away.

But at least he never said anything harsh like: "Kyouryu should stop thinking about him, and if they don't contact each other after a certain number of years, he should forget about him and they will be even."

Whether or not to inherit the bonds from the previous life is a two-way choice, and it has always been Qi Zhimu's true thought.

If they have already let go of their past lives, he will not force them.

If they wish to rekindle their relationship, and he still cherishes their feelings, then it's a two-way street.

Thinking about this, Qi Zhimu felt that he had found the answer that resonated with his heart.

That is: he no longer cares about Ruan Mei.

To put it another way: Ruan Mei currently has nothing to worry about.

The Jiang River is not the Milky Way in the far west.

In the past, Gonggong struck Buzhou Mountain, causing the pillar of heaven to break, the earth's axis to collapse, the sky to tilt to the northwest, and the stars to shift westward.

One particular galaxy, clinging to its homeland, remains suspended in the easternmost point, its color a deep reddish-purple, like ancient silk that has stood for years; hence it is called the Crimson River.

The fourth incarnation of Qi Zhimu was born on a planet called Jianghe, belonging to the Cangji Kingdom.

It was unremarkable, with only average technology and civilization, and it only barely made contact with interstellar travel more than two hundred years ago.

Looking at the whole world of her hometown, it has nothing to do with Ruan Mei.

Qi Zhimu of Cangcheng Immortal Boat and Qi Zhimu of Xia Kingdom have nothing to do with Ruan Mei.

There was no interaction, no favors, and no enmities.

If that's the case, then what's the point of worrying about it?

The world is not black and white; cause and effect are intertwined and intricately linked.

Student Qi Zhimu overstepped his bounds, disappointed his teacher, and paid the price, bearing the consequences.

Teacher Ruan Mei was disappointed in her students and no longer wanted to correct them. She simply kicked them out, but she also had to bear the consequences.

Since the past cannot be used to connect and bind us, opportunities are handed over to the uncertain future.

The reunion with Heita and Yu Qingtu means that the circle of the Genius Club is not far from Qi Zhimu.

If Ruan Mei wants to, she will have plenty of interactions with her in the future.

But let's leave the future to the future. Qi Zhimu believes that focusing on the present and devoting more energy to those areas is the wise choice.

"call……"

Qi Zhimu closed his eyes, stretched his arms, and yawned.

Noticing that the starship was docked, I glanced at the familiar scenery outside and realized that I had been lost in thought for a long time.

"Why didn't you call me back?"

Looking at Han Ya, who had unbuckled his seatbelt at some point and whose eyes were full of concern, Qi Zhimu smiled gently.

"There are many things that I am unable to help Lord Zhimu with. All I can do is silently accompany him."

That's enough.

Don't ask what you shouldn't ask, and even if you can ask, there's no need to.

Having spent a thousand years with Lord Zhimu, how could I not understand him?

Even though his heart was consumed by the fire of revenge, which never ceased to burn yet remained almost devoid of warmth, it did not change his true nature.

Unless there is no other choice, Lord Zhimu would never easily implicate or trouble others.

Lord Zhimu will tell you what he wants to say and is willing to say without being asked.

For example, after reuniting, he would take the initiative to recount his many experiences from his past life, including women like Heita who with whom he had an inseparable bond.

Just like before, stay by Jimo's side with your sister.

They were content with that kind of life.

Understanding and not understanding are usually two-way.

For example, Qi Zhimu understands the depth of the Black Tower, and the Black Tower also understands its strengths and weaknesses.

For example, Qi Zhimu didn't understand how deep Ruan Mei's obsession had been, and Ruan Mei didn't understand how deep his obsession had been.

But now, Qi Zhimu could easily read what Han Ya was thinking from her eyes.

The crow regards the time and experiences since meeting him as a kind of luck and happiness.

Once upon a time, there were two sisters who lost both parents at a young age, and they had a school teacher who took meticulous care of them as they grew up.

Once upon a time, the sisters, determined to avenge their parents, had a Cloud Cavalry superior who meticulously protected their lives.

Now, after hundreds of years of waiting, the sisters have found lovers who have eliminated hatred and given them a new life.

Qi Zhimu felt the same way.

He once had two outstanding students who graduated with excellent grades.

He once had two guards who were willing to give everything for him, to go to hell, to become food... without any complaints.

Now, he has a loving and considerate sister.

We'd go to hell together for a thousand years, and be reduced to ashes without regret. If this isn't love, what is?

If this isn't worth cherishing, then what is?

Qi Zhimu is not heartless, much less a saint; he is merely a human being.

When emotions run deep, it's hard to restrain oneself.

Qi Zhimu grasped Han Ya's wrist, gently pulling her into his arms to sit on his lap, and kissed her soft red lips.

The feeling of a woman sitting on one's lap is different for different men, and it's hard to explain in just a few words.

Qi Zhimu's feelings were that it was soft, warm, and fragrant.

The crow wrapped her arms around his neck, hugging him tightly like a typical young girl hugging a plush toy, and he could clearly feel her breath and emotions.

As the fragrance lingered on his lips and teeth, the crow naturally reached out to the place where freedom was imprisoned and unlocked it.

She could clearly feel that Qi Zhimu's body was releasing a reaction of surprise, as if he hadn't expected her to do that.

It's alright, Lord Jimo...

Qingxinju is not open to the public; no one can come in.

Private areas and private starships allow you to release your deepest and most genuine emotions.

After a long while, the warmth of their touch and the poetic feeling faded away.

The two of them felt time linger between their lips, trembling gently like a thin thread, then, like a spiderweb unable to withstand the final moment of dew, it quietly broke apart.

The crow's cheeks were flushed, savoring the lingering warmth. The whole world was submerged by the tranquil tide, leaving only Qi Zhimu.

Then, she imprisoned the freedom that had been broken free of its chains, leaving no gaps.

Qi Zhimu offered no resistance whatsoever.

The confinement of crows is warm, profound, and makes one willingly succumb.

Before we knew it, the sky was getting dark, and the wind brought in dark clouds.

Soon, a torrential downpour began outside the star raft, with torrential waves pouring down and continuing for a long time.

After an unknown period of time, the wind subsided, the rain stopped, the clouds dispersed, and the moon shone brightly.

Not far from the star raft, a tree branch and leaf could not bear the weight of the last drop of water that had gathered, and it fell into the mud with a soft thud, leaving a slightly damp trace in the night.

Feeling something amiss, the crow took up its divine pen and composed a poem.

As dusk deepens and darkness rises from the sky, the wind stirs up black clouds and billows of smoke.

Suddenly, a raging torrent appeared at the raft's head; outside, one was astonished to see it plunge into the great river.

The long-standing waves have now temporarily subsided, and the clouds and mist have just parted, once again hanging high in the sky.

Raindrops on the treetops could not be held back, turning into mud on the road, leaving no poetry to speak of.

……