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

He was about to speak when suddenly his nose caught a whiff of an ethereal fragrance, extremely aggressive, numbing most of Baili An's consciousness in an instant.


His body weakly fell back onto the barren rock, his eyes filled with astonishment.


Suddenly, something cold touched his lips, covered by something soft.


Baili An felt as if his heart, which had long ceased to beat, was about to burst.


What was stranger was that without any drugs inducing him, he found himself not at all disgusted by the kiss.


The salty rainwater and fresh blood tangled in his mouth for a while before the lips, carrying a lingering fragrance, left him.


Yet the woman did not distance herself from him.


Because that warm breath was close at hand, fluttering around his nose.


"Remember the taste of this blood, remember me..."


Oddly enough, though she was unwilling to tell him her name, she insisted domineeringly that he remember her.


138: Sword in the Dark