Mystic Clan of the P

A violent tremor abruptly jolted Lu Jiangxian awake.,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.,"It's going to be boring if we keep doing this, isn't it"。