Mo Hua thought to himself, I intentionally wrote the book's title so large that it could be seen from several zhang away, and you still ask what book this is. This pretentious act, could it be any more fake?
"No need, I'm just looking," said Mo Hua.
The more Mo Hua refused, the more curious Zhang Lan became. He leaned in to take a look and then pretended to notice the book title, saying,
"'Qi Refining Technique Compilation,' not bad huh, interested in learning spells? Reached the fifth level of Qi Refinement?"
"Just reached the fifth level, I'll take a look first, no rush," Mo Hua said, feigning calm.
"How about it? Want me to teach you?" Zhang Lan raised an eyebrow.
"Uncle Zhang, are you a Spiritual Cultivator?"
"Well, sort of," he responded.
"Sort of… What does that mean, oh, a half-baked one?" Mo Hua said.
Zhang Lan's face darkened, "What half-baked? At such a young age, where did you learn these messy terms?"
