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

Gazing up slightly, Si Chen found himself in the moonlight, his youthful fingertips and hers both stained with the same soil, the moon's glow tracing a beautiful curve on his jawline.


His black eyes that expanded a circle beyond those of ordinary people should have been eerie and chilling.


Yet, as he held the grapes and washed away the dirt with water from his pouch, his earnest eyes were indescribably gentle.


Baili An placed the washed grape flesh near her deliberately reddened lips.


Just when everyone thought that the pampered young lady would scorn and avoid it.


And maybe even use her lethal little mouth to give a lesson...


She stared at him blankly, as if recalling some past memory, and in a moment of distraction, she tilted her head ever so slightly and took the grape into her mouth.


She didn't swallow it immediately, her snow-white cheek puffing up into the shape of a grape, which looked somewhat adorable.


Chapter 115: Believe in My Own Path