Mystic Clan of the P

Deep within Lu Jiangxian's heart, a surge of curiosity and joy arose. That sliver of lunar halo seemed to have gathered enough strength, drifting down onto him.,After an unknown amount of time, the air grew increasingly thin. Lu Jiangxian suddenly awoke, realizing that the crescent moon had vanished from the sky and the sun was rising above the treetops, bathing the river in a warm morning glow.,The river crab was digging in the dirt nearby. The visible range was about a meter around it, not very clear, like an old thick-screen TV from when I was a child.。