Lu Xuan arrived in front of a tiger-shaped Spirit Plant, crouched down, and carefully examined the black spots on the surface of the plant with his Spiritual Sense.
As expected, even though he had immersed himself in various Spirit Plant Scriptures for many years and cultivated countless Spirit Plants, he still could not identify the origin of these black spots.
He did not rush to use that special ability, his eyebrows furrowed, sometimes carefully observing the varying depths of the black spots on the Spirit Plant, sometimes crouching next to the Spirit Plant, lost in deep thought.
"Friend Lu, have you made any discoveries?"
Zhang Jiuzong, standing nearby, couldn't help but ask aloud.
"I have a bit of a clue, it seems I have seen a similar case in some rare scriptures, but I still need to check it out thoroughly to see if it's the same symptom," Lu Xuan replied as he stood up slowly.
