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 carefully put away the two spirit stones, plucked a fresh piece of grass root, and continued drawing on the ground.,Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!。