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 said, "He is a subordinate of mine, and his actions and decisions are all guided by this Miss. My Lady, you might have rewarded the wrong person."


Upon hearing this, Luo's smiling expression immediately turned grave, and his aged voice warned like a layer of frost, "Miss Fang, do not be smug because of favoritism. Misplacing names carelessly can bring disaster."


Fang Geyu sneered, utterly fearless of his stern gaze, "Since my arrival in the city, Her Majesty has not summoned me, but my subordinate has already received a reward. How is this just? Does this not make people think that I, the esteemed Miss of Shifang City, am inferior to a mere subordinate?"


Her gaze suddenly turned fierce, and despite her young age, she exuded a formidable presence. She looked at Baili An, "If you dare to disobey my orders today and go to accept the reward, you will suffer greatly!"


"Humph!" Luo finally lost his composure.


Chapter 218: When You're Not Tall Enough, Grab a Stool