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

Leaving that sacred great hall, the sky outside was as usual, with the snow still un-melted.


But the guide named Luo who had been waiting outside the hall was long gone.


Clearly, there was no longer any intention to lead him back.


Baili An walked alone along the long corridor of palatial buildings and halls; although grand, they were very empty, showing no trace of others.


The twilight snow and the howling cold wind swept up his hem, bringing with it a sense of desolation.


The corridor was deserted; the snowy landscape was silent; everything was extremely quiet.


Baili An hurried along, his head bowed, seriously pondering everything that had happened today.


Last night, the sound of the qin shook the city, bringing darkness.


Then there was the bizarre event of the old ghost killing people to take their pearls.


At that time, it seemed that others could not hear the eerie sound of the qin, yet he could.


Was it deliberate, or was it because of his unique constitution?


Chapter 223: Chance Encounter Around the Corner