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's dark pupils stared unwaveringly at it, while the young girl who was straddling him had evidently gotten into the mood, her voice murmuring softly, nibbling on his ear.


She dared not move too much, her pretty face flushed in a bewildered charm, her voice intermittently carrying his name.


Listening to the voice that sounded like a kitten's, Baili An couldn't help but pinch his ticklish earlobe, yet his gaze remained fixed on the little rabbit, his look somewhat skeptical.


The little rabbit's deep eyes flashed a transient red glint that was hard to catch.


As if noticing Baili An's scrutinizing gaze, it made a guttural sound and tilted its head in another direction.


The mouth with three lips wriggled, and then it opened its small mouth and crunched down on the big carrot it was holding with its paws, puffing up its cheeks cutely as it chewed.


A picture of innocence, as if to say it was merely eating a carrot.


Chapter 173: The Omnipotent Little Rabbit