Mystic Clan of the P

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