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.

Clark, after all your traveling, wouldn’t it be a good idea to rest in the tent while

quizzed Alder, “Is the Young Master

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

“I don’t feel fatigue either. Consuming that leaf invigorated

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

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

felt the need for sleep. Omas saw no point in assembling the tent and so, they sat together by Heaven Lake, conversing about their respective pasts under the

length. Even his wife, Lydia, remained unaware of

all of Omas’s secrets. The same held

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

hearts, they found genuine confidants in each other, bound by shared trust and secrets. As dawn approached, their conversation continued, painting a vivid picture of their experiences.

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

reflecting, “You haven’t told me about your encounter with Morgana on Hong Kong Island,

“Young master, I’d love to share,

stretched and declared, “It’s time to

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

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

observed fresh, dew-covered leaves where he had plucked the previous day. He

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

regenerative abilities, even if we plucked all her leaves,

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

reassurance in his words, “Miss Clark, fear

the roots, and moistened the soil