Mystic Clan of the P

Below sat a small patch of straw-thatched huts and vast fields of rice.,"Wasn't I staying up late revising the plan in a rented room",“This is me now, isn't it” Lu Jiangxian chuckled wryly. Then, he deliberately controlled the airflow to stagnate in the center of the mirror. A faint glimmer emanated from the grayish-green mirror.。