“If I told you these assassins are scattered across the world, hidden in in sight, capable ofunching deadly attacks on charlie and his loved ones without warning, would you still believe in legal protection?”


    “And if I told you his enemy is an ancient monster who has lived for over 400 years, possesses immense powers, and is unimaginably ruthless—would you still think thew can shield him?”


    ire was stunned, her voice trembling as she blurted out, “How… how is that possible? This is the real world, not some legend. How could anyone live for 400 years and wield such power?”


    Suddenly, a realization struck her. Her expression turned cold, and she said seriously, “If Butler Tang thinks I’m not worthy of charlie —or if charlie himself feels that way—you can just tell me directly. As long as I hear the truth, I, ire, will walk away without hesitation. But to use such an excuse to deceive me—don’t you think that’s ridiculous?”<h3 style="background-color:DodgerBlue">


    Stephen Thompson gave a bitter smile. “You are Mrs. Wade, the young master’swful wife. He has endured humiliation under your roof for so many years—all for you. Otherwise, even without support from the Wade family, with his pride, he would’ve dly worked at a construction site, living and eating there withoutint. Why would he ever tolerate being scorned by the entire Willson family? So how could he possibly believe that you’re not worthy of him?”


    ire recognized the truth in his words, and her emotions softened. She asked again, “Then why make up such a story?”


    Stephen Thompson sighed, looking as if he had aged several years in an instant. “Mrs. Wade, the world isyered. The one you live in is just oneyer, so you don’t truly know the young master’s identity. Even if you did, that would only show you the secondyer. But beyond that, there’s a third face to this world. In that realm, some people can live for centuries without aging and possess powers far beyond ordinaryprehension. Just like the myths from East and West—many of those stories are not mere fantasy.”


    ire was stunned, unsure whether to believe him.


    From a rational standpoint, what Stephen Thompson said sounded absurd and imusible. Yet, emotionally, she sensed no falsehood in his words. His sincerity was unmistakable.


    Seeing her hesitation, Stephen Thompson turned to Jing Qing beside him and said, “Master Jing Qing, you are a living embodiment of the world’s third face. Please, show Mrs. Wade a glimpse.”


    Jing Qing nodded, pressed his palms together, and said to ire, “Amitabha. Since you doubt it, allow me to show you what true Taoist cultivation looks like.”


    With that, he turned toward the temple and gazed at the bouquets of flowers left by pilgrims days earlier.


    The bouquets were all greenhouse flowers, cultivated indoors. In the harsh winter, they couldn’tst long and typically wilted and withered within a day or two, bing lifeless.


    Jing Qing stepped forward, gently picked up one of the bouquets, walked over to ire, handed it to her, and asked, “Tell me, benefactor, do you believe these flowers are still alive?”


    ire shook her head in confusion. “They’re already so dried out—how could they possibly still be alive?”<fnf80b> ???s ??????? ?s ?????? ?? Find★Novel</fnf80b>


    She then sighed with regret. “If freshly cut flowers like these were kept in a warm ce and ced in water, they might survive a little longer. But in a cold temple like this, there’s no warmth or vitality for them.”


    Jing Qing nodded. “Amitabha. The donor sees even flowers and nts withpassion. That is true great love.”


    With those words, he channeled the little spiritual energy in his body to his fingertips, gently tapped the bouquet in ire’s hands, and said solemnly, “Donor, please watch—life returns!”