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 water in the pot on the stove had begun to boil; a warm mist rose up, and in the dim and indistinct light, it steeped the young man's gaze with an utmost calmness and gentleness.


Ji Ying gazed on for a moment before hearing the young man slowly speak, "Excuse me, is this the residence of young master Ji Ting?"


Perhaps because she, a person of such impoverished status, had never been regarded with such gentle and sincere attention, Ji Ying was bewildered for a long time before she came back to her senses.


She rubbed the corner of her eyes and almost subconsciously replied, "Yes, are you looking for my elder brother? I'll go and call for him."


Baili An said, "Miss, have you been crying just now?"


Ji Ying's body stiffened, the vast whiteness of the snow outside blurring the night, while a thin layer of frost snow covered the glassy surface of the umbrella. The young man beneath it fixated on her with his beautiful, ink-colored pupils.


Chapter 214: Ji Family Siblings