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.,"Six places... isn't it a bit too much of a mistake...","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."。