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.,“A person shouldn't be too greedy. It's enough for me to hand in the homework assigned by the teacher. Doing too well would raise suspicion. Once the teacher finds out, and my father knows about it, he'll definitely beat me up. It's not worth the risk.”,Mo Hua nodded and said, “As expected of Young Master An, you figured it out so quickly!”。