As he became deeply absorbed in his thoughts, the world around him abruptly transformed from a bright, sunny day into a dark, stormy night shrouded in clouds.


    The fierce wind and relentless rain battered the pucha tree, yet it stood resolute, using all its strength to withstand the onught without wavering.


    With each gust, the wind intensified, snapping numerous branches and leaves from the mother tree while its trunk was violently tossed by the powerful gusts.


    Just when the trunk seemed to be struggling against the tempest, a thunderbolt crashed down from the sky, striking the mother tree with a deafening bang and igniting it in mes.


    The storm raged on, and the mes roared to life, growing fiercer amidst the wind and rain.<h3 style="background-color:DodgerBlue">


    After what felt like a stick of incense burning, the once-mighty mother tree was reduced to a smoldering charcoal, utterly devoid of any signs of life.<fnea2f> For original chapters go to find?novel</fnea2f>


    In a curious turn of events, the wind and rain, as if on cue, ceased abruptly.


    As the dark clouds dispersed, a bright full moon emerged above Tianchi Lake, casting a cold light upon the earth.


    In the moonlight, a girl wearing a coir raincoat and a bamboo hat, with a basket slung over her back, approached the charred remains of the mother tree.


    This girl was Lin Wan’er (ni).


    She removed her bamboo hat, picked up a charred tree trunk from the ground, held it close, and bowed three times to the mother tree.


    Instead of descending the mountain, she ced the lightning-struck trunk into her basket and walked further into the mountains, leaving no trace behind.


    As Lin Wan’er (ni)’s figure faded from view atop the mountain, Charlie Wade’s consciousness suddenly returned from the depths of the southern Yunnan mountains.


    Upon opening his eyes, he was wholly convinced by Lin Wan’er (ni)’s revtions.


    He now believed that this girl had lived from three hundred years ago up until the present day.


    In this moment, he understood why he had always sensed that Lin Wan’er (ni) was extraordinary, even if he couldn’t pinpoint why. At just seventeen or eighteen, she had mastered the near-shen hexagrams, a feat that Orion Exeor had failed to aplish even at the age of a hundred.


    After pursuing her for five years, it dawned on him that she must have begun her intellectual battles with the Poqing Society at the tender age of twelve.


    It seemed improbable that she had appeared in Aurous Hill so soon after leaving Northern Europe at the same age of seventeen or eighteen—such coincidences were hard to fathom.


    This girl, who appeared to be in herte teens, could create stunning ink and washndscape paintings, with skills that could overshadow even the greatest painters in history.


    Once she unveiled her secret, all the lingering questions he had vanished in an instant, reced with a clear and logical understanding.


    Regarding her artistic abilities, it became evident that she had dedicated over three hundred years to mastering painting, a feat beyond the reach of any other artist.