The Charismatic Charlie Wade

Omas found no reason to turn down Maria’s plea. The Shiwan Mountains posed formidable challenges for a woman like Maria, but with Omas by her side, those difficulties seemed insignificant.

With this in mind, Omas agreed, saying, “In that case, we’ll embark on this journey together.”

Maria beamed, excitement evident in her voice, “Thank you, Young Master! I promise not to be a burden.”

Omas chuckled softly, settling onto the ground beside the mother plant of Pu’er tea. “Let’s wait here for a while. Once dawn breaks, we’ll unearth this young plant and head to the airport.”

Seated by the lakeside, gazing at the serene surface of Heaven Lake sparkling under the moonlight, Omas turned to Maria and posed a quiet query, “Master, do you think that heavy rain we just experienced was real or merely an illusion?”

Omas pondered, “Was it an illusion? What do you think?”

Maria mulled over the question briefly before responding, “I sense it’s somewhere between reality and illusion.”

Omas’s brow furrowed in thought, “Aren’t those two options mutually exclusive?”

Maria shook her head gently, her eyes distant, “I feel as though it’s both true and false, real and unreal, false and real.”

Omas’s lips curved into a smile, “Tomorrow morning, you could ask the villagers nearby if they heard thunder and rain last night. The commotion was so intense; it’s unlikely they’d be oblivious to it.”

Maria nodded in quiet contemplation, her voice barely a whisper, “It seems like it won’t be that straightforward…”

Then, she turned her gaze to Omas and teased, “It appears the servant girl’s mind tends to complicate things.”

Omas responded with an unconcerned nod, glancing at the camping gear he had brought.

rest in the tent while I keep an eye on the mother plant?

“Is the Young

go a month without sleep and still not tire. Furthermore, I must guard the mother plant of Pu’er tea. If someone were to uproot

feel fatigue either. Consuming that leaf invigorated me, making me feel incredibly refreshed. Fatigue is the last thing on

the aura emanating from the mother plant’s leaf, it was nearly equivalent to a quarter of the Life

during this time. The mother plant’s leaves might not grant her added

vitality, neither felt the need for sleep. Omas saw no point in assembling the tent and so, they sat together by Heaven

with Maria. Ever since his parents’ passing, he had kept people at arm’s length. Even his wife, Lydia, remained unaware of his identity and strength. Those in

Omas’s secrets. The same held

adopted countless orphans, sharing her secret of immortality with a select few she deeply

shared trust and secrets. As dawn approached, their conversation continued, painting a vivid picture

morning light illuminating the landscape, Maria turned to Alder, “My Anne, shall we be on

about your encounter with Morgana

hinted at stories yet to be shared, “Young master, I’d love to share, but it

Omas stretched and declared, “It’s time to

of Pucha tea, he suggested, “Miss Clark, your expertise in tea cultivation

the soil, she paused, exclaiming,

Omas observed fresh, dew-covered leaves where he had plucked the previous day. He marveled, “They’ve grown so quickly!

for leaves to regrow after picking, but at this speed? Truly

her regenerative abilities, even if we plucked all her leaves, they’d likely return

quietly but firmly, “Sir, let her leaves grow undisturbed for now. Allow her to replenish

reassurance in his words, “Miss Clark, fear not.

unearthed the mother plant, preserving the roots, and