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.,Until the moon moved to the top of the trees, its clear light gently floated on the river surface. Lu Jiangxian was delighted to feel a refreshing coolness seeping into the riverbed, bringing a sense of comfort.,He only felt a chill all over and fell into a state of half-sleep, half-awake meditation.。