Ask for Immortality

Ten-year-old Mo Hua wore the simple robes of an outer sect disciple, listlessly squatting behind a large rock at the foot of the mountain. He held grass roots in his hand and was burying himself in the ground, drawing intricate patterns.,The little fatty received it solemnly, opened the copybook, took a serious look at it, and then frowned and said:,After sending the young master of the Qian family away, Mo Hua continued to practice formations on the ground using grass roots.。