Lu Xuan secretly compared in his heart, looking at the Ling Yingcao being eroded by the fine thread, he couldn't help but sigh softly.,The fine lines seemed to blend seamlessly with the spirit grass, clinging tightly together, making it nearly impossible to separate them.,This small patch of spirit field in the courtyard was rented from a mid-stage Qi Refinement cultivator at the market, costing a hefty sum of spirit stones every month.。