Mystic Clan of the P

Lu Jiangxian saw the sky, vast as the ocean, and the dense, endless primeval forest. Not far away was a crescent-shaped small lake, where in that direction, a streak of white light glided into the rippling water.,Perhaps because he had suppressed it for too long, Lu Jiangxian's mind suddenly conjured up such thoughts, and his mood even felt a little excited.,Looking around, I saw lush green treetops with hanging aerial roots swaying above. Agile fish darted swiftly across the surface from time to time, their movements accompanied by the gentle splashing of water.。