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

Baili An pursed his blood-stained lips, swallowed the metallic sweetness in his mouth, but when he saw Fang Geyu clenching her fist, he thought she was about to hit him. Subconsciously, he closed his eyes, but instead, a soft and warm hand suddenly covered his forehead.


Baili An opened his eyes in astonishment.


Fang Geyu, who was extremely close to his face, tiptoed forcefully, rubbing his head.


At the sight of the delicate young lady, who had never done such a gentle act and was awkward like a frozen, silly quail, foolishly lifting its stiff wings, attempting something that seemed very stupid.


She huffed, her proud and arrogant demeanor unchanged, clearly in a perilous situation, yet her almond-shaped eyes were still bright and unclouded.


Chapter 285: Rub It and It Won't Hurt Anymore