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

Speaking of which, Fang Geyu's gaze suddenly shifted evasively, and with a light cough, she said, "But this young lady is no pushover with a backbone like jelly, utterly unwilling in every way. Even if the Empress is unreasonable, she wouldn't go too far with a child."


Baili An saw the change in her expression and naturally understood that during those three months, something quite embarrassing must have happened to Fang Geyu.


He chose not to call her out on it and, with a chuckle, said, "Safety comes first on this trip. My body is that of a corpse demon, and with my Healing Talent as protection, I really shouldn't run into any serious trouble. Keep this item safe, Fang Geyu. If you feel like you're taking advantage of me, you can repay me later with some incredible treasure. After all, you're rich."


Fang Geyu clicked her tongue twice, apparently now seen in his eyes as a delicate damsel ready to break at a touch.


Chapter 252: Dream Talk