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 young master took the formation diagram, but still didn't leave. He suddenly closed his paper fan and arrogantly said: "This young master is also very skilled in formations, it's just that I don't have time to do these basic formations, so I let you write them for me.",Mo Hua said: "Even the most talented cultivators in Tongxian City, no matter how gifted they are or how well they learn, ultimately end up working for your Qian family's Wanbao Building, refining weapons, concocting pills, and drawing formations for you..."。