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 maid carefully wiped the strings of the guqin and exclaimed with a furious expression, "That ignorant boy, truly presumptuous!"


The lady in green had a gem dangling on her forehead that reflected a faint, cold color as she smiled, "He's just a naive child, why bother arguing with him?"


"But he actually compared you, my lady, to a mortal woman!"


The lady picked up a sycamore leaf and covered one eye, saying, "Mortal women, what's wrong with that?"


"Mortal women, what's wrong with that?" Baili An picked up the chopsticks to serve Lin Yuan the dishes.


"Fairy or mortal woman, in my eyes, all seek to please the heart. There are thousands of ways to repay a debt of gratitude. The trope of pledging oneself can indeed make a beautiful story if there's mutual love and willingness. But if the heart is unwilling and one is coerced by gratitude, it's a different matter altogether."


Chapter 207: Strange Events in the City