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

Baili An snickered and quickly comforted, "Although your paws are short and plump, the pads are tucked in just right, and one can still tell the difference, so what did you mean by comparing it to mine?"


What do you mean by 'paws short and plump'?


Are you comforting the rabbit or flaunting your sharp eyesight?


Afu Tu's fluffy chest heaved with barely contained agitation.


Seeing its petulant demeanor, Baili An couldn't help but think that this rabbit was an entirely different species from the ferocious dragon-eating Afu Tu described by Sister Wen.


He couldn't help but laugh softly, sitting on the ground covered in dry leaves, and extended a palm toward the little rabbit, gently saying, "Be good, tell me, what were you trying to say just now?"


The sky was bright with sunlight, and the misty rain warmed.


Chapter 163: The Rabbit's Only