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.

be a good idea to rest in the tent while I keep an eye on the mother

Alder, “Is

tire. Furthermore, I must guard the mother plant of Pu’er tea.

“I don’t feel fatigue either. Consuming that leaf invigorated me, making me feel incredibly refreshed.

aware of the potent energy they’d tapped into. Considering the aura emanating from the mother plant’s leaf, it was nearly equivalent to a quarter of the Life Saving

five hundred. She would remain free from illness during this time. The mother plant’s leaves might not grant her

assembling the tent and so, they sat

of his identity and strength. Those in his close circle gradually learned more about him, but he never disclosed the

of Omas’s secrets. The

select few she deeply trusted. Aside from her wards, no outsider knew her secret, except

hearts, they found genuine confidants in each other, bound by shared trust and secrets. As dawn approached,

Maria turned to Alder, “My Anne,

told me about your encounter with

stories yet to be shared, “Young master, I’d love to

stretched and declared, “It’s time

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

was ready to dig, but as her hand approached the soil, she paused, exclaiming, “Look, Young Master! The leaves you

the previous day. He marveled, “They’ve grown so

picking, but at this

chuckled, “Given her regenerative abilities, even if we plucked all

leaves grow undisturbed for now. Allow her to replenish

in his words, “Miss Clark, fear not. I won’t touch

plant, preserving the roots, and moistened the