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.,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.,After watering each spirit plant, Lu Xuan noticed that on a patch of Spirit Firefly Grass, tiny lights flickered constantly, as if about to fall from the leaves.。