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.,Below sat a small patch of straw-thatched huts and vast fields of rice.,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.。