Lu Jiangxian had a very long dream. He dreamed of planting rice in the fields, he dreamed of swords and shadows, he dreamed of immortal sects, women, and a large lake.,After an unknown amount of time, the air grew increasingly thin. Lu Jiangxian suddenly awoke, realizing that the crescent moon had vanished from the sky and the sun was rising above the treetops, bathing the river in a warm morning glow.,Even with Lu Jiangxian's Qi condensed and focused, he could still vaguely see a grayish-green mirror lying quietly at the bottom of the river. It was covered with various colored stones, and several fish were foraging at the bottom...。
