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

Fang Geyu's colorful radiance between her skin faded, returning her complexion to a snow-like whiteness.


She turned her head and glanced at the two people intently watching her, saying, "Don't worry, everything is fine now."


As she spoke, she attempted to pull back her hand but realized her palm was tightly clasped by the fellow in the bed.


Fang Geyu's face flushed with irritation and she pulled forcefully again, nearly dragging Baili An off the bed.


Fang Geyu shook her hand, "Then tell him to let go."


Lin Guiyuan's voice dryly rang out, "Fang… Geyu, your face… it's so red."


The free hand smacked heavily onto Lin Guiyuan's head, skewing it sideways.


Lin Guiyuan cradled his head, snapping it back into place with a click, his expression unchanged, and huffed in dissatisfaction, "Don't… mimic… my speech."


Chapter 202: Draw the Sword First