Mystic Clan of the P

Below sat a small patch of straw-thatched huts and vast fields of rice.,During this time, two fish curiously cruised around him, and even a crab tried to flip him over.,After an unknown amount of time, the air grew increasingly thin. Lu Jiangxian suddenly awoke, realizing that the crescent moon had vanished from the sky and the sun was rising above the treetops, bathing the river in a warm morning glow.。