Mystic Clan of the P

A kaleidoscope of colors danced before his eyes, and Lu Jiangxian wanted to open them, to rise. But his body, like a lead weight, ignored his commands completely.,Looking around, I saw lush green treetops with hanging aerial roots swaying above. Agile fish darted swiftly across the surface from time to time, their movements accompanied by the gentle splashing of water.,Until the moon moved to the top of the trees, its clear light gently floated on the river surface. Lu Jiangxian was delighted to feel a refreshing coolness seeping into the riverbed, bringing a sense of comfort.。