Mystic Clan of the P

Lu Jiangxian had a very long dream. He dreamed of planting rice in the fields, he dreamed of swords and shadows, he dreamed of immortal sects, women, and a large lake.,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.,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.。