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.,The bluish-gray stone wall was encircled by a ring of black thorns, densely covered with sharp black spines, serving as a certain degree of protection.,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.。