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 skinny young man was stunned, then suddenly realized, "It seems to make sense!",Then, several wealthy cultivators came over. They paid with spirit stones and bought several sets of formations from Mo Hua's hands. By the time all the copied formations were sold, there were twelve spirit stones in Mo Hua's hand.。