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

"You descended from the mountain to live reclusively among mortals, yet you couldn't restrain the Dao Sword in its sheath, and killed a great nation's general who was a cultivator. This cultivator was a disciple of the reclusive immortal, Loose Cultivator Baili Hou from beyond the Four Seas. The Immortal came seeking revenge and almost exterminated the entire Taoist Sect with a single sword stroke. Your Sect Master and father escorted you in flight to East Huai Mountain, where he fell!"  


As Ghost's body started to tremble slightly, Fang Geyu's eyes revealed an even colder sneer.  


Her words were always numerous, and nine out of ten sentences were designed to hit where it hurts, with the tenth capable of enraging someone to death!  


Chapter 280: Ghost Language