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 pulled her clothes together and hastily put them on, calming her fluttering heartbeat and casting a cold glance at him.


"Tonight, I intended to sever all your thoughts and desires, but seeing how alert you were just now, and how you grabbed my waist prevented a major mistake, I'll let you off just for today."


She suddenly felt despicable and detestable.


It wasn't really about that which had angered her.


She was just annoyed because he called out that name.


She knew it wasn't his fault, but she was still furious and wanted to vent; if she didn't personally destroy something, her heart felt suffocated.


She couldn't bring herself to like the side of herself that was like this at all.


Suddenly, Fang Geyu felt somewhat afraid.


There weren't many people in this world who liked her; if even she began to dislike herself, how ludicrous it would be.


Chapter 275: Ghost Artifact