When he returned through the portal, Wang was already waiting at the entrance. Bai Jing had no idea whether Ancient One had deliberately opened the portal that way.
"Hey, Old Wang!" Bai Jing greeted him. "Why are you stepping down?"
"I never wanted to be out here in the first place. There simply hadn't been anyone available!" Wang said seriously. "Now I'm merely returning to the life I enjoy!"
"Alright!" Bai Jing nodded.
Wang was not an immigrant. In fact, his ancestors had followed the mages of that era in their studies a thousand years ago, and the tradition had been passed down generation after generation.
"I'll show you around!" Wang summoned a portal and stepped through first.
Bai Jing followed him into the first-floor hall of the New York Sanctum.
"The books here are actually projections from the Nepalese sanctuary, so I can read here as well!" Wang pointed at a dial by the door. "If you don't like it, you can switch to another setting, such as an ordinary hall with modern decor."
Wang turned it once, and the decorations throughout the hall instantly changed into a clean, tidy, utterly empty space.
He turned it again, and the hall changed once more. The floor became square marble tiles, while the room gained modern sofas, a television, a kitchen, and even a refrigerator!
"What about the last one?" Bai Jing pointed at the final option. There were four options in total.
"This option is currently blank!" Wang said. "You can set up a hall you like yourself!"
"Oh!" Bai Jing nodded. This was magical architecture? Pretty smart!
The second floor was filled with all kinds of magical items.
"More than twenty mages have stayed here. The magical tools they used were generally left here!" Wang walked past display cases