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.,Let me know if you'd like me to translate anything else!,While his parents scrimped and saved, hoarding all their spirit stones, it was only to allow Mo Hua to enter the outer sect of Tongxian Gate for cultivation.。