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

Merfolk were born of the vast seas, endowed with unique abilities and gifts. If one were to lose their fins, it would likely prove quite disadvantageous.


Baili An couldn't help but feel some worry upon this thought.


Lin Yuan's pretty face flushed a light pink, her slender fingers nervously twined around the Ancient Vine in her hand, glowing with a faint light. Her gaze wandered, and her expression was hesitant, unsure of how to explain.


Just as her eyes flickered, she acutely noticed Fang Geyu curling up the corner of his mouth into a sly smile, his eyes narrowing mischievously.


She opened her mouth as if wanting to say something, but the shock nearly made Lin Yuan expose her fish tail. She quickly covered the little girl's mouth.


Chapter 120: A Warm Night