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

In the Study, the young scholar who used to sweep dust and clear ashes was no longer there.


In just six days, the bookshelves were covered with a thin layer of dust, the edges of the books faintly yellowed, harboring a sense of antiquity.


During the day, there used to be some poor and cold young boys and girls, who would come to this study amid laughter to seek knowledge.


But these days, the study was so quiet that it exuded a sense of desolation, as silent as a grave.


Perhaps because Mr. Meng had aged, he had grown somewhat idle, and without Ji Ting's help at work, he even neglected to clear the spiderwebs in the corner of the room.


There were few pedestrians on the street, and when hastily passing by the study, they cast suspicious and unusual glances at Yun Rong and Baili An.


They dared not look more, swiftly glancing once before withdrawing their gaze and continuing on their way with heads lowered.


Chapter 237: Already Confessed