Mystic Clan of the P

A kaleidoscope of colors danced before his eyes, and Lu Jiangxian wanted to open them, to rise. But his body, like a lead weight, ignored his commands completely.,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.,“This is me now, isn't it” Lu Jiangxian chuckled wryly. Then, he deliberately controlled the airflow to stagnate in the center of the mirror. A faint glimmer emanated from the grayish-green mirror.。