Mystic Clan of the P

In a fleeting glimpse, Lu Jiangxian caught sight of his reflection in the small river.,"Wasn't I staying up late revising the plan in a rented room",Until the moon moved to the top of the trees, its clear light gently floated on the river surface. Lu Jiangxian was delighted to feel a refreshing coolness seeping into the riverbed, bringing a sense of comfort.。