Mystic Clan of the P

A violent tremor abruptly jolted Lu Jiangxian awake.,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.。