As a Celt, The Ancient One was herself a witness to an ancient civilization. In her lifetime, she had seen dynasties rise and fall, civilizations emerge, and modern technology develop at a dizzying pace.
The Ancient One was not a hidebound person. In fact, she was very willing to embrace new things. So it would be a huge mistake to think of her as a mage who had spent years cultivating her powers in seclusion at Kamar-Taj.
In truth, as far back as a thousand years ago, The Ancient One had traveled the mortal world under various aliases. And being a Court Mage had been her livelihood for a long time.
In those benighted days, when civilization was just beginning to develop, even someone who boiled a few handfuls of herbs could be mistaken for a witch. The Ancient One, who was a genuine mage with real abilities, was all the more so.
As a result, she could be held in great respect.
And living a long time had another advantage: anything she casually brought out was steeped in history.
The Ancient One brought Luo Xia to the New York Sanctum. It was not only one of the hubs that maintained Earth's protective magical array, but also a museum.
Luo Xia didn't know much about this place. After all, he wasn't familiar with Doctor Strange, and when he first met Stephen Strange, he hadn't recognized the future superhero at all.
In the end, it was also because this universe's Stephen didn't look like Benedict Cumberbatch, so Luo Xia hadn't made the connection right away.
As he walked through the museum, which was understated yet luxurious and full of character, Luo Xia could sense energy fluctuations everywhere. The exhibits in the glass cases all seemed to contain powerful forces; they were