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.,Please note that I cannot translate the content within HTML tags. My role is to translate text, not interpret or manipulate code.,When the Mo painter closed his eyes, a broken stele appeared in his mind's eye.。