Mystic Clan of the P

In the violently rolling viewpoint, he flew over the small, yellowish village and smoke like a light swallow, passing above the clear river.,In a fleeting glimpse, Lu Jiangxian caught sight of his reflection in the small river.,"It seemed to be a circular, shimmering thing..." Lu Jiangxian pondered vaguely, a faint premonition arising in her heart:。