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 narrowed her eyes, her expression suddenly becoming sharp, as she involuntarily leaned forward and pinched the lobe of her left ear.


Above the earlobe was an inconspicuous little red dot, like a woman's newly pierced ear, blood-red and subtle, difficult to spot without a close look.


Soon, the flush on her face faded, and her tone deepened, hidden yet dangerous, "Today… who touched your ear?"


Seeing her serious expression, Baili An furrowed his brow, recalling the mysterious figure in a black robe.


Following Fang Geyu's fingertip, he touched his own earlobe, which suddenly grew hot to the touch, reacting intensely.


Baili An lowered his voice and asked, "What's wrong?"


Fang Geyu's eyes tightened into a sharp gaze, naturally possessing a compelling presence, "This is the Tianxi Sword Seal, a hunting technique used by senior disciples of the Xijian Sect, usually employed against demons. Don't you know when someone placed this seal on you?"


Chapter 230: Coming Through the Sleeve