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.

to rest in the

Alder, “Is the Young

not tire. Furthermore, I must guard the mother plant of Pu’er tea. If someone were to uproot

shy note, “I don’t feel fatigue either. Consuming that leaf invigorated me,

a quarter of the Life Saving Pill’s potency. This could sustain an average

She would remain free from illness during this time. The mother plant’s leaves might not grant her added longevity, but they

the tent and so, they sat together by Heaven Lake, conversing about their

arm’s length. Even his wife, Lydia, remained unaware of his identity and strength. Those in his close circle gradually

Omas’s secrets. The same held

immortality with a select few

dawn approached, their conversation continued, painting a

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

told me about your encounter with

yet to be shared, “Young master, I’d love to share, but it can wait until

“It’s

Pucha tea, he suggested, “Miss Clark, your expertise in tea cultivation should be employed to unearth the

her hand approached the soil, she paused, exclaiming, “Look, Young Master! The leaves you plucked last night

the previous day. He marveled, “They’ve grown so quickly! I hardly noticed the

his amazement, “It’s not uncommon for leaves to regrow after picking, but

we plucked all her leaves, they’d likely return in

let her leaves grow undisturbed for now. Allow her to replenish her

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

plant, preserving the roots, and moistened