In the grayish-black soil, some low-grade spirit plants were planted. Under the silent nourishment of the mist all night, the spirit plants radiated vitality, lazily stretching their tender green leaves.,A youth of sixteen or seventeen, clad in a gray tunic, stood tall and handsome. His eyes were bright and clear.,This small patch of spirit field in the courtyard was rented from a mid-stage Qi Refinement cultivator at the market, costing a hefty sum of spirit stones every month.。