Mystic Clan of the P

Lu Jiangxian had a very long dream. He dreamed of planting rice in the fields, he dreamed of swords and shadows, he dreamed of immortal sects, women, and a large lake.,"Wasn't I staying up late revising the plan in a rented room",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.。