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.”

that leaf invigorated me, making me feel incredibly refreshed. Fatigue is the last thing

equivalent to a quarter of the Life Saving Pill’s potency. This could sustain an average person for a year or more, significantly improving

had already prolonged her lifespan, setting a limit until she turned five hundred. She would remain free from illness during this time. The mother plant’s leaves might not grant her added longevity, but they provided boundless vitality. There was

shared vitality, neither felt the need for sleep. Omas saw no point in assembling the tent and so, they sat together by Heaven Lake, conversing about their

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

never

Omas’s secrets. The same held

orphans, sharing her secret of immortality with a select few she deeply trusted. Aside from her wards, no outsider knew her

shared trust and secrets. As dawn approached, their conversation continued, painting a vivid picture of their

light illuminating the landscape, Maria turned to Alder, “My Anne,

haven’t told me about your encounter with Morgana on Hong Kong Island, narrowly escaping her ambush. What

to be shared, “Young master, I’d love to share, but

declared, “It’s time

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

hand approached the soil, she

where he had plucked the previous day. He marveled, “They’ve

regrow after picking, but at this speed? Truly remarkable. The

chuckled, “Given her regenerative abilities, even if we plucked all her leaves, they’d

leaves grow undisturbed for

his words, “Miss Clark, fear not. I won’t

the mother plant, preserving the roots, and moistened the

turned to Alder, “Young master, we ought to set

Omas acknowledged, starting

emerged from the village,

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