Mystic Clan of the P

A melodious yet icy female voice echoed in his ear. Lu Jiangxian faintly saw a blurred face, but couldn't make out anything clearly.,"So beautiful." Lü Jiangxian thought blankly. As more and more runes appeared, it seemed to reach some kind of limit. He heard a cracking sound like shattering glass. The world, lit up.,Remembering the past silently, Lu Jiangxian had a splitting headache. All he could recall was himself collapsing on his bed, weak and drained. The smoke from his rental room and the neon lights flickered around him.。