Phei floated high above the ruined expanse of the Primordial Frozen Zone with both hands resting lazily against his hips, staring across the devastation below with the composure of some ancient Immortal who had wandered out of seclusion and found the end of the world mildly disappointing.
Except there was very little about him that resembled the old Immortals Phei had imagined from cultivation stories.
If anything, he looked more like some terrifying Ice Princewho had spent far too long letting winter spoil him.
His face had changed subtly over the months, sharpened by hardship without losing the almost unfair youth and beauty out of this world still clinging to it. Frost dusted one cheek where a wound had already healed, catching the frozen light in tiny crystalline flecks, while several loose strands of white hair drifted across his forehead.
