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

"By saying that, my daughter, it seems the young man indeed has a commendable temperament," Li Xuan's expression turned rather odd as he glanced at Li Jiujiu, and did not continue speaking.


Li Jiujiu's pale cheeks instantly flushed with a touch of light red.


She thought to herself how terrible it was; her father's mind was too shrewd, and despite her attempts to cover it up, he still saw through to the crux of the matter.


Li Xuan sighed again and tenderly patted his daughter's head.


"Jiujiu, don't think too much about it. You and that young man will meet again someday. Even if it costs me my old life, I will never let Taixuan Sect's Su Jing harm you!"


As an old father blessed with a daughter in his later years, who dedicated his life to the Lihe Sect, if he couldn't even protect his only young daughter, he would have no face to meet his ancestors even in death!


"Daddy..." Li Jiujiu's eyes were moist and red.


Chapter 126: Icing on the Cake and Sending Charcoal in Snowy Weather