The slender young master sneered, “You’re telling me that just because your family background isn’t as good as mine, you don’t have as many spirit stones, and your array formations are better than mine, it means I’m stupid and inferior to others What’s so great about that”,Just like all the impoverished cultivators in this immortal city.,Ten-year-old Mo Hua sighed, adjusted his mindset, and then went to the sect to attend classes. After a day of cultivation, Mo Hua returned to his disciple's residence, read some Taoist scriptures again, and lay down on his bed when it was midnight.。