There were twenty or thirty spirit plants, each with a certain distance between them. They were about a foot tall, with slender leaves that had tiny dots of pale white fluorescence on their surface. In the white mist, they resembled stars dotting the sky.,Lu Xuan was just a low-level spiritual planter, from an ordinary background with limited knowledge. He wasn't sure what this black thread was all about.,Lu Xuan looked at a straw man puppet standing in the corner of the courtyard.。