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.

all your traveling, wouldn’t it be a good idea to rest in the tent while I keep an eye on the mother plant?

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without sleep and still not tire. Furthermore, I must guard the mother

Consuming that leaf invigorated

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

she turned five hundred. She would remain free from illness during this time.

the tent and

had kept people at arm’s length. Even his wife, Lydia, remained unaware of his identity and strength. Those

alone held all of Omas’s secrets. The same held

her secret of immortality with a select few she deeply trusted. Aside from

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

Maria turned to

encounter with Morgana on Hong Kong

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

declared, “It’s time to head to the

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

she paused, exclaiming, “Look, Young Master!

where he had plucked the previous day. He marveled, “They’ve grown so quickly! I hardly

picking,

if we plucked all her leaves,

grow

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

mother plant, preserving the roots, and