Zhang Lan felt his Tao cultivation life's dark history had been thickly added to by this kid, Mo Hua.
He had guarded himself as if facing a great enemy, only to find a small cultivator at the fifth level of Qi Refinement on the other side.
So embarrassing!
Zhang Lan couldn't help but complain, "You tell me, what's a kid your size doing running around in the mountains?!"
"There's so much I do in the mountains: drawing maps, setting up formation arrays, collecting monster blood, searching for fragrances, gathering herbs, mining ores..."
Mo Hua counted them off on his fingers, one by one, to Zhang Lan.
Zhang Lan became exasperated, "Alright, alright, I get it."
What a mess.
Zhang Lan was skeptical; Big Black Mountain wasn't a place for a child to come...
Even he, a cultivator in the later stages of Qi Refinement, had to be extremely cautious when entering the mountain, let alone Mo Hua, a little cultivator at the fifth level of Qi Refinement.
