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

White Tiger broke through the prohibition outside the room, and soon the sound of a woman's soft crying came from inside.


Baili An put away White Tiger and the Glazed Treasure Umbrella, thought for a moment, and then took out the Autumnwater Sword to hold in his hand.


As soon as he pushed open the wooden door, a vase flew towards him.


Baili An dodged to the side, and the vase shattered on the floor.


Following that was the choked and angry crying of Li Jiujiu.


"I've said it, Daddy, if you don't let me go down the mountain to find Xiao An, I will really die for you to see!


I don't care whether he is human or a corpse demon, the only man in the world who treats me well is him; I just want Xiao An, boo hoo hoo...


So what if he is a corpse demon? At worst I will keep him, lock him up. I'll accompany him everywhere, what business is it of others what the two of us do?"


Porcelain pillows and jade items rained down like a barrage.


Chapter 170: No, Xiao An, listen to my explanation