Mystic Clan of the P

Remembering the past silently, Lu Jiangxian had a splitting headache. All he could recall was himself collapsing on his bed, weak and drained. The smoke from his rental room and the neon lights flickered around him.,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.。