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.,You asked me to help you with your formation assignments, so tell me, what's your level,Just like all the impoverished cultivators in this immortal city.。