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

Fang Geyu looked at him with disgust as if seeing something filthy, yet she still deliberately sought to annoy others.


She came over, patted his shoulder with insincere concern, "Throwing up so much, you get used to it, you see. How can you endure looking so frail? The journey isn't long, just a matter of three to five days. It's a good opportunity to cure your motion sickness."


The young lady who never forgot a grudge was holding onto her anger from the last time he vomited blood all over her. Today, she seized the opportunity to taunt and mock him relentlessly.


Lin Yuan glared at her fiercely and said, "What do you mean get used to throwing up? He lives on blood, and once the blood is vomited out, won't he die?!"


Fang Geyu gave her a sidelong glance—her apple finished.


The charcoal grill set up early nearby was emitting waves of appetizing scent.


Chapter 181: Below the City Gates