Su Ming had few people he could truly trust, but the Ancient One was certainly one of them.
After all, though he had been somewhat unwilling when he first became the Sorcerer Supreme, the benefits of taking over Kamar-Taj's forces were clearly greater. At the very least, he had gained a large number of people he could use, as well as a legitimate position in the Magic World.
That was how things were for him. He had no talent, so he could not become a genius scientist, nor did he have the patience for research and invention.
At first, he had wanted to take the technological route and recruit people to develop technology, only for Kang the Conqueror to block him.
If he did not want to be trapped on Earth, then the only path left was the Mystic Side.
And on that path, what identity could be more useful than Sorcerer Supreme? Just having the Vishanti's protection was a privilege countless spellcasters could only dream of.
In truth, Su Ming had plans of his own for everything he discussed with the Ancient One. But he was still an ordinary person. Bringing things out to talk over with his teacher always made him feel more at ease. It was a kind of psychological comfort.
Speaking of which, the Olympian Pantheon might have been the most fond of bathing.
There were many oil paintings from Europe's classical and Renaissance eras whose subjects were Olympian goddesses bathing. Those goddesses draped in white sheets would sit beside beautiful streams, cupping water in their palms and striking all kinds of seductive poses.
Whether they were actually bathing or seducing some great hero from mythology, that was always the scene.
But that obviously had nothing to do with Little Dai and Gin. Between bathing, eating,