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 moment Lan Youdie's longsword cleaved open the jadeite carriage door, all nine unicorns silently closed their eyes and refrained from attacking.


The street fell into a brief calm, and the sword tip in Lan Youdie's hand trembled, nearly dropping to the ground.


The moonlight shone coldly, the heavy snow silent.


From Lan Youdie's angle, she could see Fang Geyu's small hand sneaking into Baili An's tattered clothing at his waist.


As her wrist inadvertently lifted a segment of his hem, whether intentional or not, it exposed a stretch of pale, uncovered waist under Lan Youdie's frozen gaze.


Xianling City was a city where night never fell, and the moonlight dazzled while the bright lights never went out.


Even in the deep of night, the streets were not dark and obscure.


Thus, Lan Youdie saw, in clear light, that smoothly contoured side of his waist.


Chapter 194: I Am Her Chief Attendant