After having a brief chat with the swordsman guarding the top floor of the Scripture Treasury Pavilion, Lu Xuan hurried back to his cave abode.
"Nearly three months have passed; I wonder how the Inch Wood is doing now."
He was preoccupied with those three Inch Wood plants capable of inducing spatial changes and, upon entering the cave abode, ignored the several Tree Mothers that approached him, heading straight to the core area of the Spirit Field.
"Thankfully, there are only a few spatial cracks, and they aren't large enough to slip through."
He released his divine sense, meticulously observing the spatial changes around the Inch Wood, identified several translucent crack-like spatial fissures, and harnessed the unique slight spatial force within the Spirit Wood to seamlessly resolve the fissures.
"This kind of Spirit Plant that inhabits space is troublesome; they always think about escaping into the void, requiring frequent checks and heightened vigilance."
