Mystic Clan of the P

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.,Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!,Then he stared blankly as the sun slowly slipped from overhead, the brilliant sunset spreading across the sky, and the water in the areas under the trees gradually faded away.。