Mystic Clan of the P

A violent tremor abruptly jolted Lu Jiangxian awake.,In a fleeting glimpse, Lu Jiangxian caught sight of his reflection in the small river.,“This is me now, isn't it” Lu Jiangxian chuckled wryly. Then, he deliberately controlled the airflow to stagnate in the center of the mirror. A faint glimmer emanated from the grayish-green mirror.。