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 heart grew cold, and knowing it was not the time to linger, she caught up to Baili An, took his hand, and said indifferently, "I will tell you the story of the Demon Prison slowly, let's leave this place first."


Baili An nodded and, turning to Sikong, bowed slightly, saying, "Then Si Chen and my sister will take their leave first."


He emphasized the word "sister" heavily.


Because Sikong's earlier words "your woman" had indeed been a deep and absurd misunderstanding.


He detested the flippant and lewd expression on that man's face when he uttered those four words.


Despite his displeasure, he still patiently completed the polite goodbyes.


The two figures vanished into the darkness.


Sikong stood there as if his soul had been drained, until Baili An and Wen Hanwei's presence had completely disappeared, then he suddenly whirled around with an intense reaction.


Chapter 155: Corpse Demon