Mystic Clan of the P

Lu Jiangxian had a very long dream. He dreamed of planting rice in the fields, he dreamed of swords and shadows, he dreamed of immortal sects, women, and a large lake.,In a fleeting glimpse, Lu Jiangxian caught sight of his reflection in the small river.,This sudden impact made Lu Jiangxian feel like someone had punched him in the chest, leaving him short of breath. However, his own body, aided by the surging river water and the recoil force of the collision, flipped over steadily, landing face up, directly facing the sun shimmering on the rippling surface of the river.。