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

Ye Lian smiled at the words and gracefully raised her arm to beckon the server, her voice clear and strangely out of place in the chaotic atmosphere, "Server, bring us a pot of... 'Daughter's Red.'"


The server immediately gave a thumbs up, "Miss truly has exquisite taste. In all of Xihai City, the 'Daughter's Red' from our tavern is the most famous, so much so that even the Empress of Daze can't stop praising our wine."


Soon, the 'Daughter's Red' was brought over.


Just as the server had said, the most famous thing in Xihai City was indeed its fine wines, and among them, 'Daughter's Red' was the most renowned.


In other places, 'Daughter's Red' sold for ten silver pieces per jar, but here it cost a hundred per pot.


The price was indeed frighteningly high.


Ordinarily, such expensive 'Daughter's Red' would see few local patrons willing to order it.


Yet now, in the main hall, nearly every table had ordered a pot of 'Daughter's Red.'


Chapter 109: The Man in White Holding a Zhisu Umbrella