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 more she thought about it, the more she couldn't shake off the irritation!


Fang Geyu crumpled the letter into a ball, raised her hand to toss it aside, but her arm suddenly froze.


Suddenly, Fang Geyu woke up to her senses.


Why was she acting like a fool, not sleeping in the middle of the night, getting angry over a bunch of papers?


Next to the ink stone, the dove cooed and cocked its head, looking at the mistress who was losing her temper.


Fang Geyu's face mysteriously flushed. She huffed annoyedly and deliberately said to the dove, which had no spirituality, "I am not angry because those women sent him sweets!"


Fang Geyu, annoyed, plucked a feather from its behind and explained with great effort and seriousness, "I woke up on the wrong side of bed. Your random flying woke me up, and that's why I'm angry."


Chapter 260: The Filial and Well-educated Good Child of the Fang Family