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 master nodded, gazing at the throngs of cultivators in the mountains below. His chin was lifted even higher.,However, the Daoist tradition flourished, with prominent families enjoying wealth and influence, and clans dominating their regions.。