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

When Li Jiujiu lifted her gaze toward the woman under the umbrella, she saw a woman with a chilling tone of voice, her face covered with a Jade Rabbit mask that did not match her temperament at all.


The mask appeared to have some age, its surface tinged with a slight yellow patina, yet it was very well preserved.


Neither the edges of the mask nor the two upright, fragile-looking ears showed any damage, a testament to its owner's care and affection.


Although Li Jiujiu could not see what lay beneath the mask, she caught sight of a pair of extremely beautiful eyes.


The color of her eyes was faint, just like her person, serene and clear, seeming within reach yet unattainably high.


Jiachen and Ye Lian both rose from their chairs.


Ye Lian cast a deep look at the umbrella-bearing woman, her gaze carrying a trace of helplessness as she spoke, "Jing, from where does this intense killing intent come?"


She had not seen her behaving so abnormally in a long time.


Chapter 110: The Stench of Corpses in the City