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 night wind blew from the other end of the alley, mixed with the smell of fireworks from the Mortal World and the refreshing fragrance of mugwort meant to ward off evil.


Baili An's wisps of hair on his forehead fluttered in the wind and snow, and his handsome face under the nightlight was serene, his mysterious and clean black eyes fixedly staring at Meng Zifei.


He said, "Does Young Master Meng believe that it's the giant clam's fault for simply living here quietly, and because it did not protect the fish and shrimp that sought comfort inside its shell, seeking ease, and made it their home?"


Meng Zifei understood his metaphor and felt that Baili An's thoughts were somewhat extreme, and he said with a bitter smile, "One cannot equate humans with fish and shrimp; Brother Si Chen's thoughts are a bit too narrow-minded."


Chapter 242: It's Better to Ride on a Full Stomach