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.,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.,Deep within Lu Jiangxian's heart, a surge of curiosity and joy arose. That sliver of lunar halo seemed to have gathered enough strength, drifting down onto him.。