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

They all showed wary eyes at Fang Geyu's approach and violently resisted when it came time to apply medicine.


Although Fang Geyu meant well, she was truly not suited to taking care of others.


Her touch inevitably brought discomfort and pain.


Instantly, someone began to sob loudly, resisting by pushing and pulling at Fang Geyu. Their filth-ridden nails scratched trails of blood across the back of her hand.


Fang Geyu felt the pain and, with eyes blazing like fire, shouted fiercely without any niceties, "Stop moving, or I'll twist off your neck!"


The group immediately calmed down, obedient as kittens.


Baili An walked over, lifted her wrist, and examined the scratches on her hand, his gaze deepening for a moment.


He cleaned and bandaged her wounds, then said in a low voice, "Next time, let me handle this. Even if they had knives in their hands, they couldn't scratch me."


Chapter 296: Ghost Tears Pearl