Another fact proved that as long as your teacher was powerful enough, "I'm telling the teacher" would always be hanging over your head as a threat.
Even though Strange was already a Sorcerer Supreme renowned throughout the universe, and historians across the cosmos generally believed his achievements surpassed those of his teacher, he still harbored a bone-deep fear of The Ancient One.
But that did not mean he was overly cowardly. Finding anyone in the universe who did not fear The Ancient One was the difficult part. Calling her notoriously fearsome was almost an understatement.
Seeing the curious expressions on the others' faces, Strange could only sigh and say, "My teacher, The Ancient One—oh, her real name is Yao. She was born about four hundred and seventy years ago in a small village at the foot of the Himalayan Mountains. That village was called Kamar-Taj."
"She came into contact with magic by chance and, with extraordinary talent and tremendous patience, attained mastery with almost no one's help. After that, she began her immensely glorious life..."
In the Lounge of Kamar-Taj, three children lay side by side on a massive bed that occupied half the room. Every one of them looked pale and dazed. Although magical bubbles above their heads supplied them with sufficient oxygen, their bodies were more fragile than adults', and they needed more time to adjust.
The Indian girl called Shilila brought over three cups of hot tea on a tray and set them on the small table in the middle of the bed. She tried speaking to the three of them in Chinese, an Indian dialect, and English. In the end, Harley, who was in the best physical condition, answered her.
"Hello, you can call me Harley. Can you tell us where we are?"
"The Sorcerer Supreme