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 lady in white, Yun Rong, watched Xiao Ming with a meaningful gaze but did not take the box.


Even when he stared until his face turned red, he continued with submission, "Xiao knows that All Swords doesn't favor me, but the matter of the soul damage to Young Miss Yue can't be neglected any longer."


Had it been any other Sword Master, they would have certainly shrugged off the offer.


With cold disdain, they would have indicated that their Second Senior Sister's soul damage required none other than their Eldest Senior Brother to fetch the Soul Nourishing Sand from Penglai Immortal Island, and there was no need for this outsider to fuss over it.


Yet as the Fourth Sword, Yun Rong has always been an oddball among her fellow sect members, preferring to do things her own unconventional way.


Chapter 90: The Counterattack Begins