He had considered pulling out this particular luminous flower, lest the surrounding ones be infected with the black threads.,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.,He quickly returned to the house, took out a white jade box, and carefully harvested the spiritual firegrass, placing it in the jade box.。