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.,Mo Hua was too lazy to pay him any mind. He picked up some grass and started drawing on the ground.,Just like the hundreds of millions of low-level cultivators in this cultivation world.。