Ask for Immortality

The slender young master nodded, gazing at the throngs of cultivators in the mountains below. His chin was lifted even higher.,Only the lowly itinerant cultivators, having no one to rely on, live in poverty and have little hope of attaining enlightenment.,However, no matter how hard Mo Hua practiced, his medium-grade spiritual roots, though slightly better than ordinary people, were still just ordinary in the world of gifted cultivators.。