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

Baili An truly couldn't understand how someone capable of writing such delicate and refined stories had to be a person of elegant taste.


What kind of provocation could have prompted them to draw such shameless and brazen things?


He looked at Fang Geyu oddly. "Why are you so well informed about his affairs?"


Unless one were involved in and focused on this line of work, an outsider wouldn't know of Master Xuan Shui's great fame.


Fang Geyu was taken aback, understanding the meaning behind Baili An's question, and replied with embarrassment, "What are you thinking? I wouldn't look at that sort of thing—business! It's for business!"


So it turned out that the forbidden illustrations were hard to circulate in the open market, swept clean by various nations from the pugilist world. Even someone with Master Xuan Shui's exceptional Talent was at a loss.


Unwilling to accept defeat, he sought to trade in Shifang City.


With such a reputation, who would dare to deal?


Chapter 235: The Author