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 little fat guy stuffed two spirit stones into Mo Hua's hand, "Mo Ge'er, you still have the best eyesight, knowing I'm smart! Here are the spirit stones for you, next time Teacher assigns us formation homework, I'll still look for you!","Think about it, you're only at the Qi Refining stage and already have Foundation Establishment cultivators working for you. You're just a First Grade Array Master and already have Second Grade Array Masters taking your orders. How impressive is that! The stronger your subordinates are, the greater your own abilities appear."。