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's features were elegant, her black hair tipped with snow, dressed in snowy-white palace attire.


With wide sleeves that danced and swept the ground, her face beneath the large, red, hooded cloak quickly blurred into snow and shadow.


But even a fleeting glimpse was enough to captivate and steal one's soul.


From beneath the pristine white sleeves, a slender hand like fine jade reached out, lifting a cup of steaming Immortal Tea from the cold stone.


A drop-shaped jade ornament on her forehead swayed, shining with the luster of a cool spring, and a hint of surprise flickered through her cool, lazy eyes, "The child from the Xue Family of Shifang City is quite good."


The Maid who served her with grace showed a flicker of different color upon her calm face.


It was rare to receive a word of praise from the Empress in this world.


Chapter 184: The Lady in the Snow