"That feeling was awful." Wei Xiuming frowned. "It was as if I wasn't the one seeking out magic. Instead, magic was actively seeking me out. The higher-dimensional gods seemed to covet something about me, and were eager to trade magic for it. If your cultivation is a seller's market, then drawing dimensional energy is a buyer's market for me."
Master Gu Yi said, "These basic movements form a complete ritual for communicating with the god of white magic, the Vishanti. The incantation you recite is like a telephone ringing... Your existence is far too unusual. The Vishanti and other Dimensional Demon Gods are constantly probing into your existence. If Earth didn't occupy such a special position in the multiverse..."
Master Gu Yi suddenly fell silent. Some of what she had said touched on taboos she couldn't yet tell Wei Xiuming about.
"Since magic makes you uneasy, you don't need to observe any training or lessons involving magic. We'll go straight to more advanced studies."
They walked and talked as they followed Master Gu Yi, soon arriving at Kamar-Taj's library. It was currently overseen by a Nepalese man named Dahshir.
Dahshir returned the books he had been sorting to the shelves, then gave Master Gu Yi a mage's salute. "Sorcerer Supreme."
Master Gu Yi said, "Master Dahshir, this is Clark Kent. He's come to Kamar-Taj for an exchange. All the scrolls and secret records in the library are open to him."
Then Master Gu Yi turned to Wei Xiuming. "Most of the books here are written in ancient languages and magical scripts from around the world. If you have trouble understanding anything because of the writing, you can ask Master Dahshir or Master Mordo. They're both well-read and can answer most of your questions. If there's something they don't understand either,