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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.,By the time of the "Maoshi" (the 5th hour of the day), disciples from various clans seeking knowledge arrived on the mountain one after another, traveling in groups of three or two, chatting and laughing.,The Qi Refining Realm is nothing but a lowly ant beneath the vast heavens.。

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