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.,For example, Mo Xia wouldn't foolishly say something like "For instance, me...",During this period of peace, the cultivation world flourished for over 20,000 years, reaching its peak of prosperity. Its vast territory encompassed countless cultivators.。