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

Looking to give his opponent a good hearty dose of scorn, his eyes suddenly twinkled mischievously and he chuckled,


"Since you're so intent on embarrassingly yourself, it'd be rude of me not to accommodate you. Alright, have it your way."


It wasn't just Fang Geyu who doubted Baili An's chances, even Lin Yuan and Lin Guiyuan thought his odds of winning were slim.


It was truly incomprehensible why he would use his weaknesses to challenge his enemy's strengths.


Especially Lin Yuan, who had personally witnessed the spectacular scene of Baili An single-handedly battling the Puppet Yang Zhao.


Though Mecha combatants were formidable, with Baili An stepping in personally, the chances of victory wouldn't be too slim.


But why would he do something so foolish?


Regardless of everyone's bafflement, it had become a reality that couldn't be changed.


Yet, regardless, it seemed enough to stabilize Fang Geyu's temperamental demeanor for the time being.


Chapter 107: Legends of Merfolk