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.,Lu Jiangxian was overjoyed. As he carefully felt it, there was indeed a faint stream of air circulating inside his body, moving in a circular motion around the perimeter of his body.。