Mystic Clan of the P

Lu Jiangxian silently watched the sun on the river surface. The water waves surged and flowed, causing the light patterns under the water to twist constantly.,"What is this, swallowing the essence of the sun and moon Are there really immortals in this world, with miraculous divine powers, monsters, and ghosts" He was shocked, thinking to himself, "What have I become, a spirit",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...。