Mystic Clan of the P

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:,Remembering the past silently, Lu Jiangxian had a splitting headache. All he could recall was himself collapsing on his bed, weak and drained. The smoke from his rental room and the neon lights flickered around him.。