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.,At that moment, a brilliant white light pierced through the dense darkness before them. Although the darkness surged like a tide, the beam of light stood firm, unwavering like the sun through the ages.,Perhaps because he had suppressed it for too long, Lu Jiangxian's mind suddenly conjured up such thoughts, and his mood even felt a little excited.。