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.,After tucking the formation diagram into his sleeve, he dashed up the mountain.,However, no matter how hard Mo Hua practiced, his medium-grade spiritual roots, though slightly better than ordinary people, were still just ordinary in the world of gifted cultivators.。