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.,Perhaps because he had suppressed it for too long, Lu Jiangxian's mind suddenly conjured up such thoughts, and his mood even felt a little excited.,After an unknown amount of time, the air grew increasingly thin. Lu Jiangxian suddenly awoke, realizing that the crescent moon had vanished from the sky and the sun was rising above the treetops, bathing the river in a warm morning glow.。