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.,Below sat a small patch of straw-thatched huts and vast fields of rice.,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.。