Ahead lay an Ice Valley.
It was much like a mountain range, except that all were ice peaks.
Everyone knew that they were getting closer and closer to the Arctic now.
Almost everyone on board was wearing down jackets, but even so, they were still terribly cold, huddled together, shivering.
Some people's eyebrows had frozen into ice.
Even going to the bathroom was a problem; if one wasn't careful while urinating, it could freeze, which showed just how low the temperature was.
While everyone else was unbearably cold, Tang Zhong seemed to be unfazed, dressed in short sleeves as if the cold couldn't penetrate his body, still sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed, constantly practicing Soul Transformation.
Now, with Soul Transformation, Tang Zhong, sitting in one spot on the ship, could completely sense how the ship was moving, still above the people and their situations, their heartbeat sounds; none could escape Tang Zhong's notice.
