“You… what did you just say?!”


    Lin Wan’er (ni)’s understated remark left Charlie Wade feelingpletely stunned.


    This wasn’t an exaggeration; he truly felt a wave of numbness wash over him, from the top of his head all the way down to his toes!


    When Lin Wan’er (ni) mentioned that she had been by the edge of Tianchi Lake three hundred years ago to witness the Pu’er mother tree endure its catastrophe, it struck Charlie Wade with a shocking realization: she must be over three hundred years old now!


    It was hard for him to wrap his mind around what Lin Wan’er (ni) had just imed.<h3 style="background-color:DodgerBlue">


    After all, even for someone who discovers the secret to longevity, the process is usually gradual.


    Most start their journey in their twenties or thirties but only begin to truly understand it in their fifties or sixties, or eventer.


    As one delves deeper into this path, their lifespan tends to extend, yet a monk who reaches a century often still appears to be around sixty, much like the Earl of the Po Qing Society.


    If Lin Wan’er (ni) truly is over three hundred years old, shouldn’t she at least appear to be in her sixties or seventies, or perhaps even in her eighties?


    Even if I had embarked on my journey in my twenties and am still under thirty, it would be impossible for me to look like I’m seventeen or eighteen again.


    Noticing Charlie Wade’s disbelief, Lin Wan’er (ni) asked anxiously, “Are you thinking that my family is just ying around with you?”


    Charlie Wade instinctively nodded, then shook his head, saying, “I’m just a bit taken aback…”


    Then, out of curiosity, he inquired, “Why did you suddenly call me ‘son’ and refer to yourself as ‘ve’?”


    With a smile, Lin Wan’er (ni) exined, “Traditionally, young women would refer to adult unmarried men as ‘sons,’ while they would call themselves ‘concubines.’ This term has fallen out of use, but since I wanted to be honest with you today, I thought it only appropriate to use these terms before sharing important matters with you.”


    The phrase “be honest” suddenly brought to mind Lin Wan’er (ni)’s earlier unclothed appearance.


    For a moment, Charlie Wade felt a bit awkward.


    Realizing he might be misinterpreting the situation, Lin Wan’er (ni) felt a wave of embarrassment wash over her.


    In a hurry, she said to Charlie Wade, “My lord, just a moment, I’d like to show you something!”


    With that, she got up and went downstairs, returning with a beautifully framed scroll.


    Lin Wan’er (ni) approached the other side of the bed and carefullyid the scroll on the ground, slowly unfurling it. Thendscape scroll measured about 2.5 meters wide and 6 meters long, gradually revealing its contents.


    Charlie Wade watched intently as the stunningndscape unfolded before him.


    Majestic mountains loomed in the background, with Tianchi Lake lying in the valley like a shimmering mirror. The scenery depicted in the painting was so natural and vivid that it captivated Charlie Wade instantly.


    He never imagined that andscape painting could possess such allure. The artwork was filled with charm, and every brushstroke appeared wless and meticulous. Thest time he was so moved by a painting was when he beheld the portrait of Meng Changsheng that Mrs. Jiang had gifted him.<h3 ss="has-text-align-center wp-block-heading" id="chapter-list"><strong></strong><fn80db> For more chapters visit find~novel</fn80db>