Mystic Clan of the P

A violent tremor abruptly jolted Lu Jiangxian awake.,Below sat a small patch of straw-thatched huts and vast fields of rice.,"Splash!" A violent shaking came again, and Lu Jiangxian quickly sank into the water. The river was too shallow to dissipate all the impact force, so he gently bumped against a bluestone at the bottom of the river.。