Mystic Clan of the P

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.,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.,He only felt a chill all over and fell into a state of half-sleep, half-awake meditation.。