In the grayish-black soil, some low-grade spirit plants were planted. Under the silent nourishment of the mist all night, the spirit plants radiated vitality, lazily stretching their tender green leaves.,"It's unrealistic to rely on this straw golem to guard the Spirit Field.",Lu Xuan glared at the tumor-headed grass puppet with a look of exasperation. Qi surged within him, and wisps of spiritual rain appeared above the Lingying Grass and the Eclipse Moon Tree, falling onto their branches and leaves, seeping into them.。