But that was ancient history.
Back when the Ancient One taught classes, there had been fewer people, but whenever she spoke or asked a question, their answers had always been scattered and sparse.
It was from that point on.
Mordo had become the representative of all the mages.
When the Sorcerer Supreme taught a large class, he was responsible for answering her.
In plain terms, he helped keep the atmosphere lively.
But after teaching that class, the Ancient One had set off on her travels and never taught another.
Mordo had never imagined that his first chance to play that role again would be for his former junior apprentice.
"Today, I'll teach everyone the Winds of Watoomb again. This time, you'll have one week. Within that week, I expect every mage to master this spell," Zhang Yang said.
It would have been fine if Zhang Yang had kept quiet.
But the moment he spoke, all the mages froze again.
Wong and Mordo froze too.
Wait.
One week?
Wong and Mordo exchanged a glance.
They distinctly remembered telling Zhang Yang last time that mages generally needed about a month to learn a spell.
Yet this time, Zhang Yang had given them a week?
Had Zhang Yang just assigned another impossible task?
Why?
For a moment, Wong and Mordo were both bewildered.
And they were not the only ones.
The mages of Kamar-Taj were bewildered too.
They seemed to have realized something.
This Genius Mage... was a little strict.
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"Zhang... Genius Mage, isn't one week a little too short?"
Seeing the Kamar-Taj mages' grave expressions as they hesitated to speak, Mordo strode over to Zhang Yang and whispered in his ear.
"No." The answer was firm.
There was barely a moment's hesitation.
It instantly made Mordo swallow everything else he