North Liao

In the Kunlun Snow Palace, a sage once said, those who pass away wander, while the living cannot let go. 
Once the soul departs, it will wither like the autumn grass. 
Those who are reborn from the dead, existing apart from the mortal realm, shall be shunned by all celestial sects and smitten as undead demons. 
On this day, a youth awakens from within a coffin, his blood dry and his bones chilled, to find himself a century old upon opening his eyes. 
A single tear from a sage awaited, a constant companion, may unravel the dreams of the past. 
Seeking not immortality but a mundane death, not to lament with the ages over lost love and resentment, but only wishing to grow old with tenderness in this lifetime, beneath the white clouds that hold no envy for the heavenly realms.

Journey to the End of the Night

How could he compare with the gentleman in front of him, who seemed as if he had stepped out of a painting?


Even in the village, a single glance at him proved extremely pleasing and comforting to the heart.


Baili An shook his head, about to speak, when Qi Yang, sitting on the ground with a defeated and dim expression, suddenly brightened his eyes, looked toward the distant sky, and exclaimed with joy, "Master! Haha, my master is here!"


He thought to himself, what are you being so arrogant about, lad? My master is a cultivation expert who has been practicing for hundreds of years. Once he comes to take revenge for me, I want to see if you can protect that deer in time!


However, he slightly regretted the thought.


That deer was truly lovely to behold, and he had wanted to use it to curry favor with his Senior Sister to win her affection.


Chapter 33: An Immortal Comes