“You… What did you just say?!” Maria’s words hit Geena like a bolt of lightning.

It wasn’t an exaggeration; he genuinely felt a numbing sensation, from his scalp down to his toes.

According to Maria, she had witnessed the Pu’er mother tree surviving a catastrophe three hundred years ago at the edge of Heaven Lake. Did that mean she was over three centuries old now?!

Geena found it hard to believe what he was hearing, a whirlwind of doubt swirling in his heart. Even if someone truly achieved longevity, it was usually a gradual process.

People might begin their pursuit in their twenties or thirties, but it often took until their fifties, sixties, or even later to attain enlightenment.

As one delved deeper into the path, their lifespan would extend, but even the oldest monks, reaching over a hundred years, appeared no more than sixty, resembling the Marshal of the Warriors Den.

If Maria were truly over three hundred years old, she should appear at least sixty or seventy, perhaps even seventy or eighty. How could she always maintain the appearance of seventeen or eighteen?

The implications were staggering, and Geena struggled to accept Maria’s words.

Observing Geena’s disbelief, Maria asked nervously, “My lord, do you think Nujia is playing a joke on you?”

Geena instinctively nodded, then shook his head and replied, “I’m just a little shocked…”

As he spoke, curiosity took hold, and he asked, “Why did you suddenly address me as ‘my lord’ and call yourself ‘Nujia’?”

Lin Wan’er laughed and explained, “In the past, it was customary for unmarried girls to address adult men as ‘my lord,’ and as for ‘Nujia’… in every family, unmarried girls referred to themselves as ‘Nujia,’ which means a servant or slave even, while married women called themselves ‘concubine.’ Although those terms are no longer commonly used, I hadn’t shared this information with you earlier, young master. Since we’re being open and honest today, it’s appropriate to use these titles.”

The words “open and honest” struck Albert, reminding him of Maria’s recent state of undress. It briefly left him feeling awkward.

said to Albert, “Please, wait a moment. I

from the bed and

the other side of the bed and carefully unfurled the scroll, revealing a landscape painting spanning 2.5 meters in width and 6 meters in

painting, captivated by

glistening like a mirror within the valley—the scenery on the canvas was so vivid and

never expected to find such profound artistic inspiration in a landscape painting. Every stroke seemed perfect and flawless, surpassing even the portrait of Morvel Bazin gifted

the painting skills on display were even more

to Heaven Lake in the painting, using her slender hand, and said to Albert, “My lord, this is the Pucha mother tree, the

looked many years ago.”

a person beneath the tree and continued, “This represents my family. In the past, we would sit beneath this tea tree, enjoying tea while taking in the surrounding mountains

couldn’t help but ask Maria, “Did you

this scroll a few

by the Painting and Calligraphy Association, but they couldn’t find any outstanding works. Landscape painters from all over the country

ring, intertwining her fingers with his. She looked at him expectantly and said, “I

remained motionless,

he passed through an invisible gate, and a rush of cool wind greeted his face. The scene before him sprang to

reach. Countless varieties of flowers adorned the surroundings, and the surface

Nearby, tea

recognized each of them, responding to their greetings

leaves, which Maria would gently pinch between her fingers, bringing them to her nose for a sniff. Then, she would select another piece, placing it in her mouth to savor its flavor. With expertise, she would grade the

each tea farmer would express their

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