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.,If I were to remarry and have children in the future, my burdens would increase, and all the spirit stones would be used to support my family.。