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

Luckily, these paper mache men weren't endowed with high spiritual wisdom.


They just felt a slight awkwardness and surprise, but had no other thoughts.


The short sedan chair bearer held Baili An's hand, pulling him to the side with a laugh that was sharp, hoarse, and cold, "Young Master, please get into the sedan chair."


Baili An had an odd look on his face as he glanced at the delicate and beautifully red sedan chair, then at the imposing array of ghost soldiers.


It seemed he was the one to ride in the sedan chair.


Before he could raise any objections, he was pushed and prodded into the sedan chair by two paper mache men.


Soon, the bridal procession arrived at the Tao family's house.


At the deserted entrance of the mansion, no one was to be seen.


A cold wind blew through, rolling up the withered leaves.


The lead paper mache man struck a battered gong with a clang that echoed to the heavens, "The bride sets forth!"


Chapter 261: Re-entering the City