At the base of Greenwood Temple, the situation remained uncertain.

Jagoan hadn’t yet committed to abandoning the journey. The thought of simply walking away left him with an overwhelming sense of dissatisfaction. Yet, Maria’s reasoning couldn’t be dismissed.

Sometimes, a person must remind themselves that persisting stubbornly can amount to nothing more than arrogance.

The word ‘arrogance’ suddenly struck Jagoan like a lightning bolt. In the face of the unknown, he had an epiphany about the limits of his current strength.

After some contemplation, Jagoan forced a rueful smile and spoke with composure, “Maria, you are right. I can’t afford to be conceited. My strength is no match for Morgana’s and she seems to have knowledge of our actions and whereabouts. She’s far from ordinary.”

He turned to Maria, his expression earnest. “You are sharper than I am. Many issues run deeper than I initially thought and you possess a greater clarity of vision. Since you’ve also advised me to reconsider, I’d better heed that advice. I suggest we have a meal and return to Aurous Hill.”

Maria, who had been tense, finally breathed a sigh of relief. She had feared that Jagoan would dig in his heels and refuse to budge, no matter what advice was offered. Now, with Jagoan showing signs of yielding, she felt relieved.

In a manner reminiscent of a young bride in ancient times, she focused all her attention on her ‘husband’, Jagoan. If he was happy, even the simplest fare would satisfy her. If he was unhappy, the finest cuisine would taste like wax. Her greatest fear had been that Jagoan wouldn’t know how to retreat. Seeing that he was at least accepting the counsel of ‘the master’s wife’ was a great relief.

Maria turned

while Maria brainstormed ways to lift his

you think the Mother of Pu’er has

and adding three

a smile, Maria teased, “When we return, I will pluck those fresh leaves, process them and

Jagoan asked, “Isn’t making Pu’er tea a complex process?

after curing without the full fermentation. While it lacks some of the depth of flavor, it retains a fresh and mild taste. Typically, only freshly picked tea

of the

Mother of Pu’er is remarkably resilient. Picking a few

that Maria was trying to make him happy. He was touched by her consideration.

said, “Let the Mother of Pu’er grow her leaves. Picking too many

head resolutely and said, “As long as it pleases the Young

nodded approvingly. He recognized Maria’s intentions and was moved by them. He thought it might be a bit odd for a grown man

in the near future. The immediate

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