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 couldn't help but look extremely displeased when he saw Baili An seriously lift her hand with a sincere face and start to gaze and stroke it meticulously.


This was far from the world-renowned and upright fourth Tianxi Sword; she was more like a hooligan who had come down from the mountains.


And she had the audacity to touch more thoroughly.


Yun Rong's palm was very cool, with cute little crescents on her pale pink nails, and the skin of her fingertips and the palm was very soft and delicate.


Only between the joints had a thin layer of sword calluses formed, no doubt from years of holding a sword.


The skin was white and clean, and the wrist bones were slender and well-shaped, like a perfect work of art.


Of course, what was more important was that there were no scars at all, nor could he feel any traces of dissembling through illusion techniques.


Chapter 232: Heart Demon