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.,A violent tremor abruptly jolted Lu Jiangxian awake.,In a fleeting glimpse, Lu Jiangxian caught sight of his reflection in the small river.。