Proxy War

For the next stretch of time, Xiang Qian suddenly became distracted. Whether he was explaining the properties of the Soul Realm or answering questions about the Soul Universe, he spoke vaguely and incompletely. Fortunately, the grandeur and wonders of the realm and universe had temporarily stunned Wong and Stephen Strange, so neither noticed that something was off with Xiang Qian.

Due to their differing positions, the two men focused on entirely different things.

Strange was immensely curious about everything concerning the Soul Realm. From the requirements for constructing a realm to what a realm could accomplish, his questions covered everything. Ancient One had vaguely mentioned the concept of a Soul Realm to him before and told him that he might be someone capable of constructing one.

Wong, on the other hand, perhaps knowing that his magical talent was insufficient to reach the level required to construct a Soul Realm, devoted more of his attention to the Soul Universe. He even recited in Cantonese-accented Mandarin, "A common man is innocent, but possessing a treasure makes him guilty."

Xiang Qian instinctively snarked without thinking, "Very well said... don't say it again. You can speak Cantonese instead. I understand it anyway." Even as he spoke, his gaze remained fixed on several women, completely missing the way Senior Brother Wong nearly rolled his eyes into the heavens.

Strange asked, "You said you don't know how you obtained this universe either?"

"Someone told me this universe was inherited."

"Seems you have a very wealthy father." Wong continued rolling his eyes. "Or mother."

Strange, meanwhile, felt as though there were a bone stuck in his throat. "Not only did you inherit a universe, you also inherited an enemy so powerful that it cannot be resisted."

Xiang Qian casually splashed cold water over the two fellow disciples.