When Maria’s figure vanished atop the mountain, Viola’s consciousness snapped back to reality from the depths of the southern province.

As he opened his eyes, he wholeheartedly believed in Maria’s words.

He believed that this girl had lived from three hundred years ago until the present.

At that moment, he finally understood why he had always sensed that there was something extraordinary about Maria, yet couldn’t quite put his finger on it.

She appeared to be seventeen or eighteen years old, but possessed knowledge of the esoteric hexagrams that Master Exeor couldn’t grasp even at a hundred years old.

At the tender age of twelve, she was pursued by the Warriors Den and engaged in a battle of wits and courage.

And at the same time she was seventeen or eighteen, she somehow coincidentally appeared before him in Aurous Hill after leaving Northern Europe. Such uncanny occurrences were rare in the world.

Moreover, this seemingly seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl possessed extraordinary talent in painting landscapes, surpassing any painter in history within seconds…

Now that she had revealed her secret, all of these questions were answered with a plausible explanation.

Her exceptional painting skills were the result of three hundred years of dedicated practice, surpassing the abilities of any other artist.

The same applied to fortune-telling.

Master Exeor was only a hundred years old, while Maria had surpassed the three-hundred-year mark. The disparity between them was evident.

Simultaneously, Viola noticed a change in Maria’s demeanor.

inexplicable reason, with every move she made, Viola felt a sense of

to address themselves gave Viola the impression that Maria was like a kitten baring

I didn’t mean to

word deliberately, “Have you traveled from over three hundred years ago, or have you lived from

lord, my family has lived

tea tree’s calamity in the southern province… Then…

born in the second year of plenty during the Southern Ming Dynasty, which coincided with the third year of the Warriors

spun

might not predate her! In astonishment, Viola exclaimed, “In 1646… So…

is no need to address me as ‘You.’ Simply calling me Maria

four hundred years old… Just calling you

“In the eyes of this Nujia, I am merely a girl who can never grow up, not an ancient witch. Though I have indeed lived for nearly four hundred years, I still remain seventeen years

himself in an awkward position, torn between

nearly four hundred years, she has

hundred years old! Can you even comprehend the concept of four

tried to dismiss these thoughts and

across Maria’s beautiful brows, prompting him to quickly amend his words, “No, what

she asked shyly, “What did you want to say, my lord? I’m

How can you still look so young?! Even

It’s not a matter of rejuvenation. Since I was seventeen, my appearance and body

You don’t possess extraordinary

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