Mystic Clan of the P

Below sat a small patch of straw-thatched huts and vast fields of rice.,Deep within Lu Jiangxian's heart, a surge of curiosity and joy arose. That sliver of lunar halo seemed to have gathered enough strength, drifting down onto him.,Even with Lu Jiangxian's Qi condensed and focused, he could still vaguely see a grayish-green mirror lying quietly at the bottom of the river. It was covered with various colored stones, and several fish were foraging at the bottom...。