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.

some inexplicable reason, with every move she made, Viola felt a sense of hidden beauty, as if the lotus flower

used to address themselves gave Viola the impression that

Maria apologized, saying, “Please forgive me, my lord. I didn’t mean to

regained some composure, looking at Maria intently as he asked each word deliberately, “Have you traveled from over three hundred years ago, or have you lived from

my family has lived

witnessed the tea tree’s calamity in the southern

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

spun with

might

there is no need to

earnestly, “You are nearly four hundred years old… Just calling you

merely a girl who can never grow up, not an ancient witch.

himself in an awkward position, torn between two conflicting

nearly four

you even

these thoughts and

soon as the word “you” slipped out, he noticed a trace of displeasure flicker across Maria’s beautiful brows, prompting him

dissipated instantly, replaced by a sweet smile as she asked shyly, “What did you want

“How can you live for four hundred years? How can you still look so

you’ve misunderstood. It’s not a matter of rejuvenation. Since I was seventeen, my appearance and body have remained unchanged for over

astonished, blurting out, “This… How is that possible? You don’t possess extraordinary reiki, and even if you did, it couldn’t preserve your face

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