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 casually tossed the wallet into his arms and chuckled lightly, "Isn't this quite wealthy? With the Luminous Pearl that's worth a fortune, what need is there for pocket money?"


Baili An thought to himself, I didn't ask for pocket money, wasn't it you who wanted to give it to me?


Holding the wallet, he was utterly confused by her sudden burst of temper.


Fang Geyu smirked coolly, "Such a trivial matter is hardly worth my anger."


Seeing that he actually stopped asking for pocket money, Fang Geyu's elegant eyes half-closed in a detached manner, emotionless yet somehow conveying a hint of joy and anger. She suddenly said, "I don't want to eat cheap stuff like wonton noodle soup."


Baili An, not realizing she was just being moody, asked, "Then what would you like to eat?"


She lazily lifted her eyes, spurting out two words, "Eat spicy."


"Eat spicy?" Baili An's eyes widened. "Spicy food early in the morning?"


Chapter 226: The Noodle Restaurant in the City