Halfway through the meal, Strange snapped out of his daze, remembered Hydra's threat, and hurried off to seek Ancient One's help.
However, Ancient One had already vanished without a trace. By the time they met again, control of the body had returned to Master Ding Yi, who even demanded that Strange lead the way in entering the Singing King competition. The reason was that there had been zero contestants since registration opened.
Strange promptly made himself scarce!
Ancient One might return today, and Russell might return tomorrow. He would have to be insane to enter a Singing King competition.
"Stephen, Kamar-Taj certainly has a unique way of sending off its Sorcerer Supreme. Are all mages this unconventional?"
Through an online translator, Christine roughly understood the meaning of the banner and was so startled that she forgot she did not know how to use chopsticks.
"No, mages are perfectly normal. It's just... a Kamar-Taj custom. Just a custom."
Strange wore an expression as if he were constipated. He could not exactly point out that it was infighting between two Sorcerer Supremes, because he could not beat either of them. He could only barely pass it off as a custom.
"Then when you... will it be the same for you?"
"..."
Strange was stunned. He raised his wineglass in confusion, but thinking about it, following the Sorcerer Supreme pattern, it would absolutely be handled that way.
Even if the future fourth Sorcerer Supreme had no such intentions, Ancient One and Russell would definitely intervene behind the scenes. The reason was simple...
Share hardship together!
Sorcerer Supreme: If I can't be happy, nobody else gets to be happy either. If I'm unlucky, everyone else has to be unlucky with me!
Strange did not understand that logic, nor did he want to become such