The word crossed the frozen space with disturbing intimacy.
"Shimei."
It was not merely a form of address. It did not sound like an ordinary greeting between former cultivation companions. There was too much memory inside that single word, a closeness ancient enough to survive betrayal, centuries, and perhaps even death itself. Damon did not know every nuance of that language, but he understood enough to realize that the man atop the crystalline formation was not speaking to the Heavenly Ice Demon.
He was speaking to the woman who had existed before that title.
