Lu Xuan curtly nodded, reaching out to take the mutated Fire Spirit Grass.
A strand of his Spiritual Sense slowly seeped into it, closely observing the black and red threads.
Although these black and red threads were evident in shape, upon close examination, one could discern that they were seamlessly integrated into the Spirit Plant, making it impossible to distinguish one from the other.
He recalled the numerous Spirit Plant scriptures he had read, unable to find any similar instances.
"Only an external solution can be applied then, one that solves myriad problems," he muttered.
Lu Xuan sighed inwardly as he addressed the elderly man.
"Uncle Qingxu, is there an empty Spirit Field I could use? I need to plant this Mutant Fire Spirit Grass and study it through experimentation."
"Possible."
The elder nodded in agreement.
A fair-skinned young boy led him to a Spirit Field, finding an empty plot of land.
