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.,"So beautiful." Lü Jiangxian thought blankly. As more and more runes appeared, it seemed to reach some kind of limit. He heard a cracking sound like shattering glass. The world, lit up.,"Splash!" A violent shaking came again, and Lu Jiangxian quickly sank into the water. The river was too shallow to dissipate all the impact force, so he gently bumped against a bluestone at the bottom of the river.。