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

From Jiachen's tone, it seemed that the three of them had also specifically come for this matter.


And seeing that gaze which perceived all contingencies, Li Jiujiu actually had the illusion that she could soon unearth the truth from these three people.


"How could this young monk possibly know of such matters is not the point," Jiachen said, "Miss Li need not look at me with such eyes. I am not omniscient, at least... there are still many things I need to learn from the people here."


Jiachen picked up an empty bowl from the table, and leisurely poured from the jar of aged wine into the bowl.


Fragrant and refreshing, the night's chill was reflected in the wine within the bowl.


Li Jiujiu, just from observing the appearance of the wine, knew it to be a fine liquor, her eyes slightly brightened as she caught a glimpse of a moving white figure beside her.


"I don't have the time to watch your performance here, I only want results."


Chapter 111: Crimson Blazes in the Night