Insight and talent that grew along with magical power—had anyone ever seen an ability this outrageous?
In just one month, Zhang Yang's abilities had nearly caught up with The Ancient One's?
The Ancient One had practiced for a thousand years.
What the hell? One year for him was worth a thousand?
And he still wanted to train.
"What I mean is, don't practice magic for the next two days. Get some proper rest," The Ancient One told Zhang Yang slowly.
A deep sigh weighed on her voice.
This was a first.
In the month Zhang Yang had spent studying magic under The Ancient One, this had never happened before.
The Ancient One had sighed and told him to stop practicing magic for now and get some rest.
Zhang Yang was baffled.
He looked at The Ancient One and asked in confusion, "Master, was there something wrong with how I practiced Telekinesis just now?"
Wong: "..."
Mordo: "..."
There certainly was a problem.
The problem was that he was too strong.
If they hadn't watched him enter Kamar-Taj and practice there for the past month,
they would have believed him if he claimed to be a reclusive Arch-Sorcerer who had spent ages training in the Mage World.
He was too damn strong.
What kind of monster was Zhang Yang?!
"No. I'm just concerned about your health. A little rest will help you go farther," The Ancient One said slowly, not wanting him to overthink it.
Zhang Yang still looked puzzled.
Wong and Mordo hurried to his side.
Wong said, "Junior Brother, don't get the wrong idea. The Sorcerer Supreme is telling the truth. The mages of Kamar-Taj get two days off every month. She's always told us that a little rest helps us go farther."
Mordo quickly added, "Exactly. You need