No need to guess. The person before him had to be the Sorcerer Supreme.
Master Wong hadn't been wrong. The Sorcerer Supreme really was petty, and not just a little petty.
Just because someone had said something bad about him behind his back, he'd sent them flying more than ten meters with one hit.
Still, wasn't that strength a little too outrageous?
Strange was still too stunned by the scene to recover when Du Mu suddenly turned around, narrowed his eyes at him, and said, "I think I heard you call me petty just now?"
"No, absolutely not. You must have misheard."
Strange shook his head like a rattle-drum.
He couldn't admit to that even if it killed him. He had no desire to end up like Master Wong.
"Fine, I'll assume I misheard."
Fortunately, Du Mu had no intention of pursuing the matter. He waved with a cheerful grin. "Don't be nervous. I'm actually quite easygoing. As long as you don't fabricate false rumors about me like certain people, I won't do anything to you."
That didn't seem like a rumor, though.
Strange's mouth twitched, but he nodded obediently. "O-okay."
Du Mu was quite satisfied with his attitude and turned toward the interior of the house.
"Come with me."
Strange hesitated for half a second before quickly following him.
The moment he stepped inside, he froze.
He had assumed that the Sorcerer Supreme's residence would resemble the sort of secluded master's dwelling he had imagined: stone walls, wooden beams, a dim lamp, ancient books, perhaps a meditation cushion and a few extremely plain decorations.
Instead, what greeted his eyes was an entertainment room with an intensely modern design.
Every kind of entertainment equipment was available. There was even a complete karaoke setup in one corner. Everything was custom-made, and