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.

Outside the village, Hong Zhuang stood on a hill, as if she had been waiting for her for a long time.


Ning Feiyan sighed helplessly, and said, "You really are like a Ghost Soul that never goes away."


Hong Zhuang said, "I don't understand."


"I don't understand, your birth mother has been captured and humiliated by the Demon Emperor for two whole months, Beiyuan has fallen into the hands of the Demon Emperor for two months, and you remain indifferent. As the master of Mohe, you clearly have the ability to ask His Majesty for troops, yet you always choose to be a bystander, turning a blind eye to the life of your own birth mother."


Chapter 885 - Chapter 678: Tiger Head Shoes (Part 3)