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The Sorcerer Supreme had died from a fall.

It was as absurd as an esports world champion entering an international tournament, only to be disqualified because he forgot to bring his keyboard and mouse.

"Do you think the previous Sorcerer Supreme died in an embarrassingly pathetic way?"

Du Mu saw through Strange's thoughts at a glance and explained earnestly, "Then you'd be completely mistaken. The previous Sorcerer Supreme had divine protection over her body. Blades and bullets couldn't hurt her. A mere concrete floor couldn't possibly elbow her to death."

"But that day, she suddenly got appendicitis. The pain was severe, her conviction wavered, and her protective divine technique instantly failed. That's why she fell from a height and died. So don't misunderstand."

Strange: "."

After Du Mu's explanation, not only had he failed to salvage the previous Sorcerer Supreme's image, he had somehow made her death seem even more pathetic.

Even so, Strange did not refuse to become Ancient One's disciple.

There was no particular reason.

Mainly, he thought Ancient One looked rather friendly. She had even nodded and smiled at him. She looked like a good teacher at first glance.

The problem was, it was a black-and-white portrait.

That was a little terrifying!

Strange looked at the memorial portrait displayed on the table, swallowed, and asked Du Mu, "Sorcerer Supreme, are you sure the previous Sorcerer Supreme has really passed away?"

Du Mu nodded firmly, his tone certain. "Of course. On the day her body was cremated, she personally presided over the ceremony."

Strange: "???"

In the end, beneath Ancient One's kindly gaze from the portrait, Strange respectfully knelt and bowed in the formal ceremony, using iced cola in place of tea. He had officially joined Kamar-Taj.

Du Mu patted Strange on the shoulder, his expression serious. "From