The Flower Thief (Fourth Update)
Zhang Lan felt that the dark history of his cultivation life had just been painted with another thick, heavy stroke by this child, Mo Hua.
He had guarded himself as if facing a great enemy, only for the one across from him to be a little cultivator at the fifth level of Qi Refining.
How humiliating!
Zhang Lan could not help complaining, "Look at you, such a tiny child—what are you doing running into the mountains?!"
"I came into the mountains to do all kinds of things: draw maps, lay formations, collect demon blood, look for spices, gather herbs, mine ore..."
Mo Hua counted on his fingers, listing them one by one for Zhang Lan to hear.
Zhang Lan's head swelled. "All right, all right, I get it."
What kind of complete mess was all this?
In his heart, Zhang Lan did not quite believe it. Was Great Black Mountain a place a child could come to...?
Even he, a late-stage Qi Refining cultivator, had to tread carefully when entering the mountain, much less Mo Hua, this little fifth-level Qi Refining cultivator.
Besides, from what Zhang Lan knew of Mo Hua, although the child did have decent talent in formations, he had been frail from birth. If he ran into any demon beast, there was a hundred-percent chance he would be snatched away as a tooth-cleaning snack.
And he was talking about laying formations and gathering herbs—wasn't that pure nonsense...?
Zhang Lan did not believe it.
But he also knew that this brat Mo Hua was somewhat uncanny and could not quite be judged by ordinary cultivation common sense.
So although he did not believe it, he did not say anything.
As for the two people behind him, they were still sunk in shock at