Mystic Clan of the P

A melodious yet icy female voice echoed in his ear. Lu Jiangxian faintly saw a blurred face, but couldn't make out anything clearly.,This sudden impact made Lu Jiangxian feel like someone had punched him in the chest, leaving him short of breath. However, his own body, aided by the surging river water and the recoil force of the collision, flipped over steadily, landing face up, directly facing the sun shimmering on the rippling surface of the 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.。