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

"The fourth sword..." Fang Geyu's expression gradually became solemn, and his gaze turned indifferent and detached.


The visitor was indeed from the Tianxi Sword Sect, Yun Rong of the revered Snow Sword, ranked fourth.


Today, she was not clad in her usual plain white attire but had swapped it for a black and red sword robe, on her back a longsword carefully wrapped in cloth.


Her long black hair was tied up with a hair crown of the same color, from which hung a silver sect bell engraved with the Sword Emblem, chiming crisply in the wind.


Embroidered on her robe were motifs of mountains, rivers, sun, moon, blazing clouds, fiery flows, and the night-time Qilin, unmistakably the garb of the Tianxi Sword Sect.


Such an ethereal figure, in the complicated and strict black and red sword attire, had added an intense, imposing air to her delicate features.


She appeared to be smiling yet not smiling at Baili An, not sparing Fang Geyu a single glance, seemingly very interested in him.


Chapter 231: You Touch the Ears, I Touch the Hand