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

Only those eyes grew even darker and lonelier.


The wind outside the window remained still, and even the slight drizzle under the night sky had unknowingly fallen silent.


The jade in Cang Nanyi's hand quickly dissolved into specks of light, returning to the palm of Baili An.


"Young man, now that you are the City Lord of Xianling City, do you still wish to reopen Ghost Mountain?" the lady asked.


Baili An shook his head and spoke only two words, "Thank you."


Cang Nanyi naturally understood what he was thanking her for, and she nodded slightly, "That is very good. As the night feast continues and the hall fills with honored guests, as today's host, you have been absent for quite a while."


Baili An once again bowed and said, "Si Chen takes his leave."


As Baili An, and his retreating figure, prepared to leave the Ziwei Pavilion, his silhouette suddenly paused. He did not turn around but softly muttered, "Fang Geyu, are you going home?"


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