Even Zhang Yang found this a little depressing.
How could he put it?
It didn't feel much like a normal training session.
Especially with those three women standing there. The air was thick with awkwardness.
Every mage lowered their head. Forget talking; they didn't even dare look up.
It wasn't just the mages, either. Wong and Mordo were the same.
Zhang Yang paused, walked up, and looked over the three of them. After a moment, his gaze settled on Qing.
"What are you doing here?" Zhang Yang asked.
He could understand Wanda and Aili being here. They were Kamar-Taj mages, after all.
But Qing?
Where had she come from?
And why was she at Kamar-Taj too?
"Whatever they're doing, I'm doing," Qing replied as though it were obvious, a bright smile on her face.
She even swished her skirt as she smiled.
Zhang Yang was baffled. He turned to Wong and Mordo. "Is she a Kamar-Taj disciple now too?"
At his question, Wong and Mordo abruptly raised their heads.
They stared blankly for a moment, then exchanged a glance.
Neither dared say a word. They really didn't.
Zhang Yang might not know who Qing was.
But Wong and Mordo did.
She was a mage of the Merlin Family.
By the standards of the Mage World, Qing might look young, no more than seventeen or eighteen, but she belonged to the same generation as The Ancient One. Wong and Mordo were in no position to tell her what to do.
For a moment, neither knew how to answer Zhang Yang. They shook their heads, then quickly nodded.
Zhang Yang understood.
They didn't know either.
Exasperated, he looked at Wong and Mordo.
"You handle most of Kamar-Taj's personnel matters. An outsider slips in, and neither of you does anything about it?" he