Mystic Clan of the P

Below sat a small patch of straw-thatched huts and vast fields of rice.,"It seemed to be a circular, shimmering thing..." Lu Jiangxian pondered vaguely, a faint premonition arising in her heart:,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...。