Mystic Clan of the P

Lu Jiangxian saw the sky, vast as the ocean, and the dense, endless primeval forest. Not far away was a crescent-shaped small lake, where in that direction, a streak of white light glided into the rippling water.,In a fleeting glimpse, Lu Jiangxian caught sight of his reflection in the small river.,He only felt a chill all over and fell into a state of half-sleep, half-awake meditation.。