A deep silence fell.
To be honest, Mordo sometimes joked with Wong.
Whenever he saw how gifted Zhang Yang was, he would say he wanted to change careers.
But now that he really had to leave Kamar-Taj, Mordo could hardly bear it.
Worse, he had no idea where to go.
He had practiced magic for nearly half his life, and now it was suddenly gone.
Where was he supposed to go? What was he supposed to do? Mordo truly did not know.
Yet staying at Kamar-Taj seemed pointless now.
He could not help. He might even become a burden.
The thought stopped Mordo cold.
At the same moment, his eyes reddened.
He did not want to leave, but he had no choice.
For a while, Mordo could not decide what to do. He could only stand in the Ancient One's Sanctum, staring blankly at the Ancient One.
Then a familiar voice rang through the Ancient One's Sanctum. "You don't have to leave. If you want to stay, all of you can."
A familiar voice.
Deep, yet carrying a hint of youth.
Neither Mordo nor the Ancient One needed to look to know it was Zhang Yang.
"You're back?"
The Ancient One sounded unsurprised.
Ever since Zhang Yang returned from the Death Realm, she had noticed that he came and went like the wind.
He no longer needed to open a Portal. Anywhere on Earth, he could move from place to place in an instant.
Even the Ancient One could no longer fathom the extent of Zhang Yang's power.
But if she did not know, then she did not know.
She remained as composed as ever before Zhang Yang.
"Yes, Master." As always, Zhang Yang bowed to the Ancient One.
He knew his abilities had grown enormously.
But his master would