The young apprentice hesitated for a long time before finally asking awkwardly, "Um, Master Mordo, if we're going to learn White Magic, why isn't the Sorcerer Supreme, the Ancient One, teaching us?"
The apprentices below agreed. To them, the Ancient One was the face of the magical world!
They had fought tooth and nail to get into Kamar-Taj because of her reputation as Sorcerer Supreme. To be taught by the Ancient One herself would be a dream come true!
Mordo felt a little frustrated, but he showed no anger. He smiled and asked the apprentice who had spoken to sit down.
His gaze swept over the apprentices' young faces, and he sighed inwardly. Ah, to be young. They had endless possibilities ahead of them.
"Do you all think you're magical geniuses?" Mordo asked coldly.
"You want the Ancient One herself to teach you when you haven't even mastered the basics? Reaching for the stars before you can walk is ridiculous."
The apprentices had no answer. They lowered their heads, looking guilty.
Mordo thought they needed a stern lesson. He saw nothing wrong with what he had said. Even if he had been harsh, it was for their own good.
Otherwise, they would all think they were something special, that they could become the next Zhang Yang. To Mordo, that was utter nonsense.
Mordo had watched Zhang Yang grow stronger step by step. His talent defied description. He mastered anything he learned at once, drew connections between different ideas, and advanced even faster than the Ancient One had in her day.
The Ancient One herself had admitted it. She had once told Mordo that she had little to do with Zhang Yang becoming a Creation Deity. He owed it to his extraordinary insight. There was no second Zhang Yang anywhere in