The ten-year-old Mo, like a little adult, patted his chest and said, "Don't worry, I'll handle it," then took out several talismans from the storage bag behind him. He handed them to the chubby kid along with white paper and red ink.,While his parents scrimped and saved, hoarding all their spirit stones, it was only to allow Mo Hua to enter the outer sect of Tongxian Gate for cultivation.,When the Mo painter closed his eyes, a broken stele appeared in his mind's eye.。