Spark casually walked out of his tent, stretching and yawning, only to be greeted by the sight of a pile of presents before him. His eyes lit up, and he couldn't help but grin.
"Oh, my fans are so generous," he commented as if this were an everyday occurrence.
Zhao Shi, however, was deeply puzzled. "Young master, how is this possible?"
His eyes scanned the surroundings, seeking any sign of the mysterious stalker. Delivering such a pile in the middle of the forest was far from normal.
Spark, ever the charmer, shrugged nonchalantly.
"My charm is unparalleled, what can I say?" He boasted, "They even reached out to me here."
Zhao Shi's mind raced with questions. Who would come this far and what kind of sick fan would be this desperate to send presents? This question played on Zhao Shi's mind.
"Young master is not someone ordinary," he muttered, the realization settling in further. He had suspected it for a while, but seeing his young master's nonchalant behavior towards such bizarre occurrences confirmed it.
After a hearty breakfast, the trio packed their camp and resumed their journey. Their carriage rolled through the dense forest, the wheels crunching over fallen leaves and twigs. The forest, with its canopy of green and the sound of birds chirping, was peaceful and serene.
As the day wore on, they stopped near a stream to rest. The clear water babbled over rocks, and the sunlight danced on the surface, creating a tranquil setting. The horses drank from the stream, and Spark, Zhao Shi, and Yuna settled down for a brief rest.
Sitting by the stream, Spark dipped his hand into the cool, clear water. As the ripples spread out, he caught sight of his reflection and couldn't help but admire himself.
For the rest of the evening, they enjoyed the peaceful setting. Zhao Shi entertained the two with stories of his past adventures, making them hooked with his animated tales.
As night enveloped the forest, Spark and Yuna retired to the tent Zhao Shi had prepared for them.
Zhao Shi, however, had other plans. He was determined to uncover the mystery behind the nightly appearance of the presents. The previous attempts had yielded no results, but tonight, he was resolute. He chose a spot near the stream where he could keep a vigilant eye on Spark's tent while maintaining a meditative posture.
Hours passed. Zhao Shi's eyes remained fixed on the front of Spark's tent, unwavering in his watchfulness.
The forest was tranquil, the only sounds were the gentle rush of the stream and the occasional rustle of leaves in the night breeze. The moon cast a silvery glow over the campsite, creating long, shifting shadows that played tricks on the eyes.
As midnight approached, Zhao Shi's senses heightened. The air around him felt charged, and he could feel an almost imperceptible fluctuation. He knew the moment was near.
Suddenly, he noticed a faint shimmer in the sky above, barely perceptible against the star-studded darkness. His sharp eyes caught the anomaly, a slight disturbance in the fabric of reality.
Zhao Shi's heart quickened. He focused intently on the shimmer, trying to discern its nature. Was it a trick of the light? Or perhaps, as he suspected, some form of advanced magic?
Then, just as quickly as it had appeared, the shimmer vanished. Zhao Shi's gaze snapped back to the front of Spark's tent, and his eyes widened in disbelief.
Before his eyes, a pile of presents materialized out of thin air. One moment, the space was empty; the next, it was filled with gifts. The process was so seamless and silent that it seemed almost otherworldly.
"That fluctuation from before...could it be teleportation?" Zhao Shi muttered to himself, his mind racing. He knew teleportation was a rare and taxing ability, requiring immense energy and significant resources. The fact that someone was using such powerful magic to deliver presents daily, without fail, was astonishing.
Zhao Shi's thoughts turned to his young master. "As expected, besides being the Holy Scion, the young master's identity is not simple."