They simply watched the Ancient One and Zhang Yang.
After all, Wong and Mordo were hardly in a position to join the conversation between those two.
Both of them were now part of Kamar-Taj's leadership.
Zhang Yang was no longer their junior disciple.
At a time like this, keeping quiet was probably the wiser choice.
"Come to the Sanctum." The Ancient One looked at Zhang Yang, fell silent for a moment, then spoke.
Zhang Yang nodded and followed the Ancient One toward the Sanctum.
Wong and Mordo were just about to bow and see them off when the Ancient One suddenly stopped and said to them, "You two should come as well."
Wong and Mordo exchanged a glance and nodded.
Led by the Ancient One, the three of them left Kamar-Taj and headed to the Ancient One's Sanctum.
Once they entered the Ancient One's Sanctum,
The Ancient One did not immediately explain why she had come. Instead, she poured each of them a cup of tea.
Once all three had accepted their tea, the Ancient One looked at Zhang Yang and finally spoke. "Was it your doing that the mages progressed faster in their magic practice today?"
The Ancient One's expression was not particularly stern, nor was she interrogating him.
But there were hints in her tone.
It seemed the Ancient One was not particularly pleased that Zhang Yang had accelerated the mages' progress.
Wong and Mordo listened from the sidelines, somewhat confused.
But neither dared to speak rashly.
"Yes." As expected, Zhang Yang nodded in response.
As though confirming her suspicions, the Ancient One looked at Zhang Yang and continued, "Did you use some kind of magic?"
It was a question.
The Ancient One was asking whether Zhang Yang had used some kind of magic.
Yet there seemed to