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

Baili An subconsciously raised his palm and touched Lin Yuan's frighteningly cracked fish tail, ready to check her wound.


His voice carried a touch of worry, "Senior Sister Lin Yuan, you've been away from water for too long, and your body is badly cracked. Let's not talk about the Mohe for now; we need to find a safe place for you to heal first."


However, as soon as his hand touched it, Lin Yuan reacted extremely violently. She let out a scream and her slender fingers tightened on Baili An's shoulder, nearly embedding into his flesh.


Baili An was so frightened that he quickly withdrew his hand, feeling the soft body behind him stiffen as if electrified.


Immediately after, Baili An felt a warm sensation at the hem of his clothes behind him, accompanied by a faint musky scent.


The beautiful blue fish tail around his waist tightened more and more as if it was going to break his bones.


Chapter 76: She Slave