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

This place was run-down, desolate, and deathly silent.


It seemed as though even the moonlight from the outside world couldn't penetrate here, nor could the falling snow.


Only the black frozen soil and the yellow fallen leaves, swept around by an unknown cold wind, filled the ground, making it desolate.


And yet, people lived within this alley.


Huts constructed of thatch, leaking cold from all sides, a small fire seemed to be the only light in this little patch of the world.


Baili An stopped, silently watching an old man by the fire, trembling as he tried to feed his granddaughter water, his face full of sorrow and vicissitudes as he said, "Child, your grandfather has failed you."


It was hard to imagine that such a perilously narrow place existed within Xianling City.


An eerie wind rose in the decrepit alley, and fog curled beneath the gorge at night.


The cold wind blew, its sound sometimes distant, sometimes near.


Chapter 208: We Are the Same Kind