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

Fang Geyu was very confident about this condition, she slowly relaxed her body, struggling to suppress her shyness.


She gently bit his earlobe, her face flushing, and with a soft voice, she asked again, "Is it okay?"


Baili An's body suddenly stiffened, and he suddenly whispered through his clenched teeth, calling out a name:


Through the faint whisper, this call felt to her like pushing a door in the dead of winter, seeking warmth, only to have a bucket of ice-cold water, filled with sharp and biting ice shards, doused over her. She found herself utterly drenched and disheveled, both cold and startled.


The flush on Fang Geyu's face instantly faded to a frost-like pallor!


The slender legs that were tightly wrapped around his waist felt as if they had instantly been drained of all strength and slid down powerlessly.


Chapter 274: Frost Ah