Mystic Clan of the P

A melodious yet icy female voice echoed in his ear. Lu Jiangxian faintly saw a blurred face, but couldn't make out anything clearly.,In a fleeting glimpse, Lu Jiangxian caught sight of his reflection in the small river.,Looking up, he saw the moonlight gathering above his body, forming a faint white halo as if it were coming to life. Lu Jiangxian was astonished, and his state of mind underwent a radical shift.。