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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.,He strode to the west side of the courtyard, crouched down, and pinched a leaf of a spirit-glow herb near the stone wall with two fingers. He carefully flipped it over on its back.,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.。