Both spiritual plants were growing very well, but Lu Xuan's face showed a hint of worry.,"It's unrealistic to rely on this straw golem to guard the Spirit Field.",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.。