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

Fang Geyu was taken aback; it was obviously the first time anyone had dared to speak to her in such a deceiving tone, and she found it somewhat difficult to accept.


Immediately, her beautiful brows knitted together, and she let out a cold laugh, "Turns out it's an idiot."


With a lack of interest, she let down the beaded curtain, too lazy to converse further with Baili An.


As the young girl's white boots lightly tapped on the carriage floor, the nine unicorns, receiving their orders, neighed loudly. Under their beastly cries, they stepped on auspicious clouds, swiftly carrying the golden chariot and jade chariot towards the Mountain Realm.


Baili An's eyelids twitched, and he quickly followed the girl into the Mountain Realm, leading the little deer with him.


The nine unicorns had mastered the Cloud Stepping Technique, reaching the pinnacle of speed.


By the time Baili An returned to the Mountain Realm, the nine unicorns were peacefully resting by a lake, licking the water.


Chapter 105: The Sharp-Tongued Young Lady