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

The red garment, which was resplendent in color, exuded an indescribable melancholy when worn by her.


With a mocking sneer on her face, she gazed deeply at the girl in white riding a deer, her hands playing delicately with a small coffin, her eyes rather cold.


Li Xuan's sheathed sword slipped from his grip and fell to the ground.


The girl in white, whose eyes were lowered, also showed a hint of helplessness.


She looked up at the woman in red, lightly laughed, and brushed her lips, "Miss has long been here, merely watching others in distress without lending a hand?"


Yin Baishuang slowly lifted her eyes to meet those of the girl in white, frowning tightly, her eyes seemed wounded by the pristine white robe she wore, chilling them further.


"I have never cared much for the life or death of others."


Although the girl in white's demeanor was polite towards Yin Baishuang, her tone was quite casual:


Chapter 79: Female Evil Star