Mystic Clan of the P

In a fleeting glimpse, Lu Jiangxian caught sight of his reflection in the small river.,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.,During this time, two fish curiously cruised around him, and even a crab tried to flip him over.。