Lu Jiangxian silently watched the sun on the river surface. The water waves surged and flowed, causing the light patterns under the water to twist constantly.,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.,"First, I'll savor the moonlight thoroughly. Perhaps it will bring about a qualitative change." He secretly planned: "I don't know what the mirror is made of, nor how the outside world views sentient objects. I better not be discovered by some cultivator and have my sentience extinguished casually."。