Chapter 812

What did you think this place was? Kamar-Taj's mountain gate—did you think you could come and go whenever you pleased? Did you think this was a massage parlor?!

That was the message Evenson wanted those staged scenes to convey. This place had to appear solemn and imposing, enough to inspire fear at a glance. It had to feel like a place with standards, not somewhere anyone could casually enter and leave.

Originally, Evenson had also arranged for Ancient One's entrance, along with a whole series of facial expressions. She absolutely had to convey that air of authority without anger. And according to his plan, everyone present would then split into two camps.

Mordo's side would argue that Kamar-Taj was a charitable place and should lend a hand to Strange, who had suffered such misfortune. Evenson, meanwhile, would insist that Strange's background was unknown and that what he sought was one of Kamar-Taj's core secrets, so he ought to be thrown out.

They were supposed to argue fiercely over the matter for several hours, fully demonstrating why the Dharma was not to be passed on lightly. Only then would Ancient One voice her opinion: I think this Strange is a good man. It wouldn't be impossible to take him in as one of our own. Come speak with me in private first!

That would have made for a complete and proper routine. Unfortunately, Ancient One truly could not endure it any longer. Her embarrassment had already gone off the charts, and she simply could not keep up the awkward act. So she skipped all those scenes outright, reducing all of Evenson's painstaking efforts to nothing.

Meanwhile, Strange followed Ancient One into the so-called inner chamber with trembling steps. To be honest, he had not really wanted to come in. After seeing