Mystic Clan of the P

A kaleidoscope of colors danced before his eyes, and Lu Jiangxian wanted to open them, to rise. But his body, like a lead weight, ignored his commands completely.,In the violently rolling viewpoint, he flew over the small, yellowish village and smoke like a light swallow, passing above the clear river.,Looking up, he saw the moonlight gathering above his body, forming a faint white halo as if it were coming to life. Lu Jiangxian was astonished, and his state of mind underwent a radical shift.。