Mystic Clan of the P

Below sat a small patch of straw-thatched huts and vast fields of rice.,"It seemed to be a circular, shimmering thing..." Lu Jiangxian pondered vaguely, a faint premonition arising in her heart:,Then he stared blankly as the sun slowly slipped from overhead, the brilliant sunset spreading across the sky, and the water in the areas under the trees gradually faded away.。