"It smells like half-dried cow dung burning." Little Wong sniffed, identifying the scent in the air.
At Kamar-Taj during Ancient One's tenure, everyone had to farm personally. Little Wong could be said to have considerable experience in cultivation and animal husbandry. It was only after Deathstroke became the Sorcerer Supreme and introduced commerce and logistics that everyone was freed from the monotonous repetitive labor.
Ancient One herself had come from a farming background. She believed working the land could cultivate her students' character, teaching her apprentices that even after mastering magic, they still needed to keep their feet on the ground.
It was a method of tempering the mind.
Deathstroke's chosen methods of tempering were more varied. For instance, newly initiated apprentices were assigned to play League of Legends, developed by Wilson Enterprises, during their evening breaks—specifically on the Zaun server.
That server was full of talented people with pleasant manners. No matter how skilled the apprentices were, they inevitably had their families' health inquired after by countless fellow players.
At first, the apprentices' mindsets exploded under the questioning, as if they had lost both parents.
But even with magic, they had no way to trace someone through the internet cable and settle the score. Master also forbade them from cursing back, so they could only endure in silence.
Yet after training like this for an hour every night, a year or two later, even when online players extended greetings to eighteen generations of their ancestors, the apprentices could still smile calmly, their hearts as still as water.
Wasn't that better than farming? At least playing on a computer counted as leisure and entertainment, didn't it?
"There really is a fire. I'll go in and take a look first." Su Ming nodded at Little Wong, and then his figure flickered