Mystic Clan of the P

"So beautiful." Lü Jiangxian thought blankly. As more and more runes appeared, it seemed to reach some kind of limit. He heard a cracking sound like shattering glass. The world, lit up.,In the violently rolling viewpoint, he flew over the small, yellowish village and smoke like a light swallow, passing above the clear river.,He only felt a chill all over and fell into a state of half-sleep, half-awake meditation.。