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

Every day in the tavern, countless familiar or unrecognizable faces of strangers come to drink, but today, one of the strangers in the tavern made a deeply memorable impression.


He looked very young, dressed in snow-white robes that seemed as clean as new snow under the morning sun.


That was a tall and slender youth, and what's more, this young man had rosy lips and pearly teeth that, if not for the pronounced Adam's apple on his snow-white neck, would have easily led one to mistake him for a breathtaking beauty.


But none of this was the point. The point was that the white robe on this youth was not ordinary attire but an extremely simple... Kasaya?


It turned out to be an excessively beautiful monk.


A monk could perhaps be forgiven for being handsome, but appearing in such a worldly tavern and having already consumed three pots of muddy wine in a short time?


Chapter 108: Perish Together