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A youth of sixteen or seventeen, clad in a gray tunic, stood tall and handsome. His eyes were bright and clear.,Lu Xuan secretly compared in his heart, looking at the Ling Yingcao being eroded by the fine thread, he couldn't help but sigh softly.,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.。