"Master Mordo, how did you notice me? Why are you here?"
Leo looked at the noisy crowd around him, puzzled. Mordo strode ahead without turning back and said, "Kamar-Taj never restricts our freedom. I often come outside to guide those trying to find Kamar-Taj, or those who have fallen into despair, and see whether I can offer any help."
"After all, I was once in despair myself."
Mordo added those last words softly.
"Then I suppose this place must be full of people in despair?"
Leo frowned slightly as he looked at the noisy crowd around them. There was no shortage of people sobbing, kneeling on the ground, or begging.
"No. People who have truly fallen into despair don't look like that. And that feeling is very difficult to understand."
Mordo looked at the people crying around them with calm eyes, seemingly so accustomed to the sight that it no longer bothered him.
Leo followed behind him.
He kept watching the people he had just noticed.
Those who sobbed were filled with sorrow, but eventually, they straightened their backs, wiped away their tears, and continued on their way.
Those kneeling bowed and prostrated themselves before gods and Buddhas. When they rose again, their eyes were resolute. Perhaps that was the power of faith.
Those begging everywhere quickly snatched up every handout they received, a greedy smile flashing in their eyes. Within just a few minutes, they had collected quite a bit of money, their pockets bulging.
Mordo, meanwhile, was only interested in the child following behind him.
Although Leo was already five foot seven, his youthful face would never make anyone suspect he was older than eighteen.
The Ancient One had personally brought him into Kamar-Taj, something that very rarely happened.
The Ancient One seldom left Kamar-Taj. At least, Mordo