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's gaze briefly passed over Yan Yun's hands, his eyelids drooped slightly, showing no unusual expression on his face. He then looked at Li Jiujiu, and not knowing whether he saw through the matters of her heart, he smiled and said, "I have brought someone with me."


Li Jiujiu shyly lowered her head, only to see her sleeves and skirt covered in mud and wolf blood, looking extremely wretched. She immediately buried her cheeks into her palms, pretending to be a stranger to him once again.


The Yin Spirit White Tiger carried two legs and stepped lightly to Baili An's side, its tiger eyes regained the eerie fire, surveying everyone in front.


A chill immediately rose in their hearts, a sense of cold dread spread under the gaze of those ghostly pupils.


"Thank you, brother, for your righteous help," Zhang Yaotang stepped forward, his eyes still suspicious, unable to figure out how this young man had slain the wolves and even spared the Demon Wolf King.


Chapter 331: Being Unreasonable