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.,You asked me to help you with your formation assignments, so tell me, what's your level,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.。