"The more I learned, the smaller I felt. There are still too many things in this world that I don't understand. I used to be too immersed in magic to see clearly."
Facing the Sorcerer Supreme's strange gaze, Mordo calmly admitted his shortcomings.
Kamar-Taj was a place of natural harmony. The defensive magic here did not block out the cold wind or snowflakes, and the endless cycle of the four seasons was one of Earth's defining traits. At that moment, Mordo's face was slightly blue from the north wind, yet his expression remained calm, as if he had seen through the vanity of the mortal world.
"So that's why you're wearing nothing but a thong, tying yourself up with the Crimson Bands of Cyttorak, and hanging from the big tree in the courtyard?" Su Ming's gaze sharpened. He had only just returned from Asgard when he encountered such a visually striking scene. "Also, take the plastic ball out of your mouth before you talk to me."
"As you command, Master." Mordo spat out the plastic ball gag and revealed a smile that looked downright masochistic.
Su Ming closed his eyes for a moment and took a deep breath. "Enough. I want fresh dates. Go pick me two kilograms from the Middle East."
Mordo dispelled the magic and lowered himself from the tree. The purple bruises streaking his body made him look like a zebra, but he was clearly delighted. "Your wish shall be fulfilled."
With that, he opened a Teleportation Portal and left.
Once the indescribable Mordo was gone, Su Ming pinched the bridge of his nose and walked toward the tea room with his head lowered. Returning to the low table, he casually began brewing tea.
Kamar-Taj really never gave anyone peace of mind. He had only come here