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

"Clearly, it was a providential encounter descending from the heavens, yet you chose to avoid it as if it didn't exist."


This would only make people think you have something to hide.


At that time, Baili An hadn't thought it through and rejected the offer too hastily. Reflecting on it now, his response was indeed absurdly preposterous.


Moreover, he could see that after the incident of entering the city and experiencing a night of life and death, Fang Geyu, who had been plotted against, had also developed a bit of ambition.


And Xianling City was the crucial foundation for the growth of her ambition.


"But I can't just stand by and watch you get hurt," Baili An's heart felt warm, and he reached out to ruffle her hair, smiling, "You are a girl, after all. Don't get hurt so easily or rush to take up others' causes in anger—not that I'm as useless as you think."


Chapter 219: Knowing the Wrong but Doing it Again