Setting the Stage

At Su Ming's words, Monark looked even more skeptical.

"Why would you say that?"

"I observed the stars last night. Mordo has a traitor's bone at the back of his head. He'll betray us," Su Ming said with a straight face.

Actually, among Ancient One's disciples, Mordo was one of the better ones. Kaecilius was the real problem. Taking over Kamar-Taj meant taking over these two troublesome figures as well. He could watch the show before, but now they were his problems.

"So?" Monark raised one eyebrow skeptically, waiting for Deathstroke's further explanation.

Had he used the Time Stone to inspect the Future?

But that was impossible without magic to power it. Ancient One could do it, but Deathstroke could not.

"So, to keep him from overthinking, I need to send him out into the world for training. He's followed Ancient One for over a century and thinks he has already mastered every kind of magic, that there's no need to learn anything more. That's why he's developed ambitions for greater power."

"So you plan to send him to the streets to learn what he doesn't know and understand himself?" Monark understood. Having lived for centuries, he too had only found his place after going through much in life.

Only with clear self-awareness could one avoid losing one's way. Deathstroke's teaching style was the exact opposite of Ancient One's.

"More or less. Magic isn't everything in our world. He still has plenty to learn. Before he's confident he surpasses me in every field of knowledge, he won't dare betray me. Besides, what kind of Master doesn't even know the Eight Imperial Delicacies of Beijing?"

The water was nearly at the right temperature, and Su Ming began skillfully rinsing the tea. A faint fragrance gradually spread through the air.

Monark looked