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

"I've met the Third Miss," Chai Ye said with respectful greetings, yet neither Li Beifeng nor An Siqi could be seen by his side.


As he bowed, the cuff of his sleeve turned red.


Fang Geyu, without a change in expression, slightly furrowed her brows. She had originally planned on beating around the bush and sparring with him to tease out some information.


But now, she couldn't help but recall what Baili An had said last night, and she decided to cut directly to the chase.


"It was Si Chen who asked me to find you," she said. "He said that you... are a trustworthy person."


Chai Ye came from Tiangge City, which was under Fang Geyu's command.


No matter how one looked at it, the assertion that he was a trustworthy person was entirely normal.


Yet, surprise and touched emotions flickered in the depths of Chai Ye's eyes as he bowed even lower and warmly said, "Thank you for your high regards, Miss."


Chapter 199: Myriad Paths