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

Under the magnificent night scene, a white boot flattened an iron scrap on the ground.


Dressed in ancient and tranquil white, she appeared amidst the snowstorm.


Her black hair was like ink, and she wore a Jade Rabbit Mask on her face, a beauty with skin as smooth as frost and bones as pure as jade, emanating a cool and chilling aura.


She was like the moon above, with the snowstorm seeming to shroud her in clouds and mist, making her appear all the more indifferent and distant, untouchable.


The man looked as if he had seen a ghost, his expression twisted.


Having just sent off the young lady, here comes the elder one.


The two women in the whole world you least want to offend have both gathered at the foot of Xianling City.


Chapter 187: Magic Hidden in the Sleeve, Hide It Well