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

She touched the two small red dots that had been bitten out of her neck, and a residual red stained the tips of her fingers.


Looking at that smear of red, Fang Geyu said slowly, "If the injury isn't on yourself, of course you wouldn't know how painful it can be. Neither you nor I are saints, we just need to understand one principle."


Baili An lifted the corners of his lips and said, "This Mortal World doesn't need the Ghost to fight for it."


"That's right." Fang Geyu revealed a gratified smile as if to say 'the child can be taught', and wanted to raise his hand to pat his head.


But as soon as he touched those clear, water-like eyes in the darkness, his fingers stiffened for a moment, changing direction to poke the snow on the ground instead.


She asked, "Then what means do you want to use to rescue the Ghost?"


Baili An replied, "By any means necessary."


Chapter 294: How Pitiful