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

Yun Rong looked at him with a smile that wasn't quite a smile, thinking that perhaps he was so captivated by the beauty of Miss Fang that he had become bewitched.


It must be said, the maiden was in the bloom of youth, delicately petite and exquisitely lovely, easily arousing feelings of protection and affection. Her eyes, brimming with the clear ripples of spring water, were so beautiful it was as if she had stepped out of a painting.


The girl had reached the age of suitors, and her home had been besieged with suitors since she was ten years old, never ceasing.


Much of this was certainly due to her family background, but it had a lot to do with her natural beauty as well.


Holding a banana, the girl naturally thought the same, and with a sneer of scorn in her eyes, she involuntarily raised her swan-like neck and revealed her snow-white, proud chin, "Silly boy, she's talking to you."


Chapter 104: The Young Lady from Shifang City