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

Unbeknownst to her, she had inadvertently stepped into a carefully laid trap.


The slender forefinger of the woman in white gently brushed her lips, her watery eyes showing no sign of tension. Instead, a hint of anticipation arose.


"It's interesting. To think someone dares to target me, it seems the strategist behind this is a master."


Saying so, she nudged the deer's belly with her legs, showing no intention of retreating. Instead, she headed deeper into the Demon Cave.


Yin Baishuang leaped down and blocked her path, her eyes slightly cold as she said, "Won't listen to advice?"


The woman in white hummed noncommittally, "The miss may manage the affairs big and small of Cangwu, but she certainly doesn't rule over me."


Yin Baishuang said, "You don't care about the life of Thirteen Swords?"


The woman in white leaned forward slightly, her entire body limp as if boneless, draped over the back of the little deer. Supporting her snow-white chin with her hand, she smiled,


Chapter 80: Broken Sword