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.,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.,Looking up, he saw the moonlight gathering above his body, forming a faint white halo as if it were coming to life. Lu Jiangxian was astonished, and his state of mind underwent a radical shift.。