He gave Maria a hearty thumbs up. “Miss Clark, your intellect is truly remarkable. After your explanation, I think I can understand Sanshin.”

Turning his attention back to the sprouting seedling, he inquired, “Are you certain this is the mother of Pu’er?”

Maria’s nod was firm. “Absolutely. Her aura aligns perfectly with the mother of Pu’er’s. Coupled with recent coincidences, I’m confident this is her.”

Charlie nodded, his voice a hushed murmur. “So, does that mean the mother of Pu’er has become a loose immortal within this tree?”

a plausible interpretation, but ‘loose immortal’ is a concept I’ve only heard. I’ve had no opportunity to validate the theory, so

thoughts drifting. “Ordinary as it seems, this seedling holds a profound secret. There’s an undeniable allure about

aroma of tea, the

a tender leaf from the plant, bringing it to his lips. “I wonder how this extraordinary

in distress, Maria couldn’t hold back her

another leaf, presenting it to her lips, his tone earnest. “Share the joy with me. You’ve consumed numerous tea cakes from her.

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