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.,Below sat a small patch of straw-thatched huts and vast fields of rice.,"What is this, swallowing the essence of the sun and moon Are there really immortals in this world, with miraculous divine powers, monsters, and ghosts" He was shocked, thinking to himself, "What have I become, a spirit"。