Perhaps it was because 890 had heard that Kamar-Taj's mages could no longer use magic that he dared to ask so brazenly.
890's social awareness was simply lower than even the ever-arrogant Strange's.
Among the crowd, though Strange was curious too, he kept his head lowered and said nothing.
He merely looked ahead at Zhang Yang.
Strange had been at Kamar-Taj for at least a week.
But that entire week...
Strange's life had been an absolute mess.
He had spent almost all his time fleeing for his life.
Kamar-Taj was far more dangerous than New York City.
Powerful aliens invaded every other day.
If Strange had not witnessed Zhang Yang and the others' magical abilities, he truly would have packed up and left by now.
Hearing one of his companions ask the question,
Strange could not help asking Berkeley, the senior disciple who was teaching them, "Senior Brother, didn't I hear that Kamar-Taj's mages no longer have magical energy? What are we doing here?"
Berkeley frowned and looked toward Zhang Yang. After a long moment, he said to Strange in a deep voice, "Why are you asking so many questions?"
To be honest, Berkeley did not know either.
All Berkeley knew was that the Celestials and the Creator God were now watching Kamar-Taj.
Kamar-Taj was in grave danger.
And at such a dangerous time, every mage in Kamar-Taj had lost their magic.
That truly was an unbearably troubling problem.
Now, Wong and Mordo had said they would gather all of Kamar-Taj's mages for a Mage Assembly.
Most likely...
It was to discuss a solution.
As Berkeley pondered this, Mordo, who stood in the front row, suddenly spoke. "All Kamar-Taj mages, sit in meditation now and learn magical energy."
If this had happened before, Kamar-Taj's mages would certainly have obeyed obediently.