At Kamar-Taj, Mordo accompanied Lu Xi and showed him around.
Before they knew it, they arrived at the training grounds.
The training grounds were bustling with activity, with quite a few people in the midst of training.
Lu Xi looked around and saw some sorcerers wearing sling rings, laboriously drawing circles in the air.
Their clumsy movements made it obvious that they were all newly initiated rookies.
Even more sorcerers stood in neat rows, shouting cadence calls as they held steady horse stances and practiced their punches with focus.
If someone filmed this scene and posted it online, claiming this was Earth's sacred land of magic, probably no one would believe it.
By comparison, people would be more willing to believe this was a Wing Chun training hall.
Lu Xi raised an eyebrow and finally voiced a question that had long been bothering him:
"Mordo, why are you all so keen on being melee sorcerers? Why do you always like fighting with your fists and feet?"
Mordo gave a faint, helpless smile.
"We're not like you. Ordinary people don't possess magic power themselves. To cast spells, we either have to rely on the Vishanti's gifts or take out loans."
"However, borrowing magic power from the Vishanti comes at far too high a price. Everyone saves wherever they can, which is why we combine combat techniques with magic."
Lu Xi asked curiously:
"Hm? Since you can't generate magic power yourselves, how are you supposed to repay the loans later?"
Mordo patiently explained:
"After we complete Kamar-Taj's missions, the Vishanti grant us magic power at regular intervals. It's basically our salary."
"If the magic power we've saved up isn't enough, we can only borrow first, then gradually repay the loan by completing missions and collecting our wages."
He paused before continuing, "Also,