After tucking the formation diagram into his sleeve, he dashed up the mountain.,The slender young master nodded, gazing at the throngs of cultivators in the mountains below. His chin was lifted even higher.,Ten-year-old Mo Hua sighed, adjusted his mindset, and then went to the sect to attend classes. After a day of cultivation, Mo Hua returned to his disciple's residence, read some Taoist scriptures again, and lay down on his bed when it was midnight.。