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 young man possesses such abilities," she wondered, "then why did he end up as the face-serving boy for that ill-tempered miss?"


Once she confirmed that the ghost seal was harmless, the girl in light armor and blue clothes finally dismounted and approached, longsword in hand.


At this moment, his hair and cheeks were still smeared with the fresh blood and flesh from where the old ghost had touched him.


The broken and torn clothing on his chest was stained with mottled bloodstains, making it difficult to tell at a glance if he was injured.


Lan Youdie frowned deeply in her heart, her disdain for Fang Geyu growing.


Such a good-looking young man should have been properly nurtured.


Being the young miss of Shifang City and allowing her own face-serving boy to take such risks was truly unromantic.


Chapter 212: Eye Trouble