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.,In the violently rolling viewpoint, he flew over the small, yellowish village and smoke like a light swallow, passing above the clear river.,Lu Jiangxian was overjoyed. As he carefully felt it, there was indeed a faint stream of air circulating inside his body, moving in a circular motion around the perimeter of his body.。