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

The woman fiercely slapped herself inwardly, knowing she had misspoken and was about to remedy the situation.


The young man opposite holding an umbrella responded with a serious bow, showing no embarrassment at being caught off-guard; his demeanor was entirely natural, "Thank you for your concern, miss, I did not sleep last night."


Such an honest, straightforward answer.


But what they didn't know was that when Baili An spoke, he meant it literally; corpse demons do not need to sleep.


The color rose slightly to the cheeks of the Lihe Sect's Senior Sister, unsure how to continue the conversation.


Her lips stammered for a moment before she slowly asked, "Young master, about Jiujiu...Is she..."


Baili An squatted down, tilting the umbrella to hide his slightly reddened ear tips, and picked up the small rabbit, saying, "Jiujiu is asleep."


"Young master... I think you should discuss this matter thoroughly with our Sect Master."


Baili An nodded, "I intend to do just that."


Chapter 175: The Youth's Tusk