The Ancient One could not help saying so.
Her expression was unusually grave as she spoke.
In fact, using the Mirror Dimension was an excellent solution. It could address the gravest threat Earth faced: Dormammu's Dark Consciousness.
That made the Ancient One suspect Zhang Yang had planned this from the start.
Why else would Zhang Yang have suddenly gathered the power of every mage during practice and attacked Dormammu's Dark Dimension directly?
And why had he opened a Portal toward Dormammu?
The Ancient One knew full well that a Portal worked both ways.
Zhang Yang surely knew that too.
Yet he had still used the Portal to send the Winds of Watoomb into Dormammu's Dark Dimension.
He would not have done that unless he already knew how to deal with Dormammu.
Why else would Zhang Yang risk provoking Dormammu when Dormammu could counterattack at any moment and the mages of Kamar-Taj had no way to stop him?
At that thought, the Ancient One suddenly understood something.
Perhaps her apprentice Zhang Yang had grown in more than magical strength.
He had also matured in how he saw himself and how he thought.
After all, cultivating magic also meant cultivating one's character.
Zhang Yang had proved that beautifully.
With that thought, the Ancient One's last lingering worry about Zhang Yang faded.
She had once believed Zhang Yang might not be able to manage Kamar-Taj.
Now it seemed she had worried for nothing.
It was impressive enough that Zhang Yang had worked out how to deal with Dormammu in so little time.
What the Ancient One wanted to see now was how Zhang Yang would defeat Dormammu completely.
If he won, this battle would establish his authority in Kamar-Taj and even throughout the Mage World.
If he failed to win, though...
That would