Once she inherited the throne, a gulf in status would separate her from the people of Asgard. That was not what Zhang Yang wanted.
A portal swirling with sparks appeared, and Zhang Yang stepped out of it. He had returned to a familiar place: the Kamar-Taj Library.
Wong, the librarian, was listening to music through his headphones.
He was so absorbed that he failed to notice Zhang Yang appearing behind him. Zhang Yang gently patted his shoulder.
Wong jolted in fright and sprang out of his chair. Turning around, he immediately took a fighting stance, magic swirling around both hands as he prepared to strike.
Oh, it was Zhang Yang. Appearing out of nowhere like that could scare someone to death.
Good thing I stopped in time and didn't accidentally hurt him.
Then it dawned on him: could his meager magical attacks even hurt Zhang Yang?
Talk about overestimating myself...
Only belatedly did he remember that Zhang Yang had already become a god. He scratched his head awkwardly and said,
"You scared me half to death, Zhang Yang. Did you need something?"
Zhang Yang assured him that he did not. He was simply bored and wandering around, taking a look at things.
Wong gave him a disdainful look. Seriously?
He was already a god, yet he still acted so frivolously. What a lazy god...
"Then I'll get back to my spellbook. You do your sightseeing, and we'll stay out of each other's way," Wong continued.
See? That was how casual they were. Zhang Yang felt he got along quite well with his fellow senior disciples.
There was no distance between them at all. They got along so comfortably.
Inside the Sanctum, the Ancient One was meditating and studying new spells. Although it was already nighttime, the Sorcerer Supreme had no