Mystic Clan of the P

Below sat a small patch of straw-thatched huts and vast fields of rice.,Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!,“This is me now, isn't it” Lu Jiangxian chuckled wryly. Then, he deliberately controlled the airflow to stagnate in the center of the mirror. A faint glimmer emanated from the grayish-green mirror.。