The slender young man's expression softened slightly, and he asked again, "Then tell me, among these Xianmen cultivators in the early stage of Qi refining, who can match my formation skills",And ink painting, is just one of billions of ants.,Father Mo Shan made a living by hunting demons, spending his days fighting monsters and accumulating scars. His mother worked in a restaurant kitchen, enduring the heat from the stove that constantly affected her lungs, causing persistent coughs and chest pains.。