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

A chill like a venomous snake slithered through Fang Geyu's heart, inducing a suffocating sensation.


"Stay calm," a soft whisper by her ear, like a clear stream trickling over rocks, flowed steadily into her ears.


Fang Geyu's grip on his clothes tightened suddenly, her voice lower, that pretty face contorted into something fierce.


"Calm? Don't be so naive. If swallowing that pendant could resolve everything, I would have done it by now. Xianling City has secret stones. Even if you swallowed it, the secret stones would detect it, you fool! Who let you get in my carriage? Are you in such a hurry to die?!"


Baili An's frigid, dry palms covered her eyes and forehead, shielding her from the outside darkness.


Baili An spoke slowly, "Take a deep breath and calm down."


When had Fang Geyu ever been treated so frivolously, especially in such a dire situation? Anger surged within her just as a chilling sensation wrapped around her neck.


Chapter 193: How Could There Be a Man's Voice?