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

Perhaps sensing the regret in his eyes, the man's hand, which had been suspended mid-air, relaxed and dropped to his side.


The black sleeve concealed the beautiful hand from view.


A slow, hoarse voice echoed again around the corner of the long corridor, as if smiling while explaining to him, "I excel in left-handed swordsmanship."


Baili An grinned, not knowing why the other had to explain this to him, and politely and sincerely replied, "Your Excellency is very formidable."


The man had sword calluses on the palm of his right hand, which clearly had been trained only after the right hand had become unusable.


This mention of 'excelling' was truly remarkable.


Like Jin Sheng, such a formidable figure, who had given himself up to despair immediately after his right hand was rendered useless.


The man smiled again and suddenly raised his left hand, making a strange and unexpected gesture that caught Baili An off guard.


Chapter 224: Bashu Small Noodles