"The Frozen Serenity Sect," Tang Xiadan murmured thoughtfully, while inwardly he was reeling with relief.
He was confident he had ventured further and wider over the years than most, but the continent was still a vast place, and if its entirety were taken into account, his hundreds of years of wandering and exploration, no matter how extensive, would probably amount to having covered two or three percent of it at most. And that was being generous. In truth, he didn't feel he had even covered one percent.
