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

Wen Hanwei's eyes shone with a tranquil light. Though she wasn't skilled at showing the gentle gaze often expected of graceful women, at this moment, the slightly narrow eyes glittered with a warm hue.


She lifted her fingertips, touching the icy tusks inside his mouth slightly, and the corners of her lips quirked upward, "You've made some progress, at least. I thought you'd call me Granny Wen again when you opened your mouth."


Then, she glanced at Su Jing. Although no trace of smugness appeared on her face, the brightness in her eyes made Su Jing feel exceptionally uncomfortable.


Su Jing stepped forward, her soft boots making a crisp sound as they pressed against the small stones, "But I never agreed to bet with you."


Wen Hanwei's amber halo in her eyes flickered with a gentle laugh, and she took a glance at Su Jing's expression.


Although it seemed unchanged, Wen Hanwei, who knew her well, was certain that Su Jing no longer wished to kill him.


Chapter 136: Cursed Land