(Chapters 512 and 513 combined)
Meng Chuan followed The Ancient One to Kamar-Taj. She summoned Doctor Strange back, and Meng Chuan called Banner and Peter over too.
They were employees he had once taken on. Since he was here, he ought to see them.
As for the others, Fury and the like, Meng Chuan wasn't interested.
Fury was so dark that Meng Chuan thought night had never ended.
As the Secret Techniques Mages of Kamar-Taj recalled, The Ancient One, their former Sorcerer Supreme who had vanished long ago, returned that day with a friend.
Afterward, two words echoed through all of Kamar-Taj, again and again, for a long time without Sever. Those words were:
"Good tea!"
With the taste still lingering on his tongue and his pockets stuffed with tea leaves from another world, Meng Chuan returned to the Shrouding the Heavens World.
The trip had yielded plenty. He had learned something about the Villain Chat Group and obtained all that tea. Meng Chuan was quite satisfied.
But five hundred years had passed during his journey there and back.
Five hundred years, Meng Chuan reflected. Even a monkey could have leaped out of Mountain by now, yet he had barely felt the time pass.
His sense of time had changed after all.
"But whose were those eyes at the end?" Meng Chuan lay on the sofa in his own small world, one foot hanging over the edge and swinging idly as he sank into a Trap of thought.
When those eyes had appeared and disappeared in Marvel, they had left his mind in turmoil. Unable to think calmly, he had set it all aside for the moment.
He had also taken the opportunity to relax over tea with The Ancient One.
Only now, back in Shrouding the Heavens, had