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.,The slender young man's expression softened slightly, and he asked again, "Then tell me, among these Xianmen cultivators in the early stage of Qi refining, who can match my formation skills",The Qi Refining Realm is nothing but a lowly ant beneath the vast heavens.。