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

She looked deeply at Baili An and said, "Divine beings need the faith of their followers, but they do not need sycophantic flattery or ingratiating advances.


So don't hold your breath, hoping to see how much honor and fortune they can bestow upon you, because those who long for such illusory things will not be able to see the true spirit of the Empress."


Seeing her say these things with arrogance and distaste,


Baili An couldn't help but rub her head and said, "I know, why are you telling me this? I didn't even want to meet her."


Fang Geyu snorted lightly, a hint of mockery in her eyes, "In this world, there's no one who doesn't wish to lay eyes on the Empress's graceful presence. You say you don't, but you must be disappointed today, right?"


Baili An laughed, "If I had really met the Empress herself, I wouldn't have been able to come out at all."


He didn't know when Miss Fang Da would be a little more honest.


Clearly concerned about him, she had followed along all the way.


Chapter 225: The Joy of Being Poor