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

"Enough, enough." Baili An couldn't help but laugh and cry as he watched the bewildering fight between a man and a rabbit, feeling quite troubled.


"Let's not discuss last night's affair for now, Fang Geyu. I plan to go to the Yun Family today to make preparations."


Fang Geyu's pale face bore a fresh red scratch mark, and she had a rabbit's tail in her mouth, pulling at the rabbit's ears as hard as she could, tormenting it.


That childish insistence made Lin Yuan look away unable to bear watching.


"Alright, it's good that you go. It will also save the Yun Family from crying incessantly all day. Let's meet at the decrepit mansion in the Inner City in three days."


As he was leaving, Baili An still felt uneasy. He gave Fang Geyu a deep look and took out a clump of snow-white velvet, handing it to her: "Keep this safe. After all, our enemy is Ghost, and one more layer of protection is always good."


Chapter 251: The Lady's Young Mountain Lord