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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.

He inquired, “Miss Clark, after all your traveling, wouldn’t it be a good idea to rest in the tent while I keep an eye on the mother plant? We could swap shifts.”

Maria quizzed Alder, “Is the Young Master tired?”

Omas replied casually, “I could go a month without sleep and still not tire. Furthermore, I must guard the mother plant of Pu’er tea. If someone were to uproot it, I’d regret it.”

leaf invigorated me, making me

the mother plant’s leaf, it was nearly equivalent to a quarter of the Life

would remain free from illness during this time. The mother plant’s leaves might not grant

no point in assembling the tent and so, they sat together by Heaven Lake, conversing about their

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

he never disclosed the story

secrets.

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

trust and secrets. As dawn approached, their conversation continued, painting a vivid picture of their experiences. The sky gradually

morning light illuminating the landscape, Maria turned to

encounter with Morgana on Hong Kong Island, narrowly

to be shared, “Young master,

Omas stretched and declared, “It’s time

suggested, “Miss Clark, your expertise in tea cultivation

was ready to dig, but as her hand approached the soil, she paused, exclaiming,

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

his amazement, “It’s not uncommon for leaves to regrow after picking, but at this speed? Truly remarkable. The mother plant’s vitality must

we plucked all her leaves, they’d likely return

let her leaves grow undisturbed

“Miss Clark,

the mother plant, preserving the roots, and moistened the soil with

Alder, “Young master,

acknowledged,

then, a man around sixty emerged from the