"You taught him?"
Michael froze when he heard Wang Yang's words. Why did that seem even more frightening than being taught by the Ancient One?
"What's wrong? Since I taught him, he should count as a junior, right? Besides, the Sorcerer Supreme has never taught Strange!"
"We're not like certain factions that call someone a junior while secretly instructing him behind the scenes. He's probably little different from their own disciple!"
Wang Yang shook his head with a smile.
Michael struggled to save face as he listened to Wang Yang's mockery.
But Wang Yang did not stop. Instead, he continued, "Sorcerer Mordo, we at Kamar-Taj mustn't be so shameless!"
"Sorcerer Wang Yang, you're right. Even when dealing with such an ill-mannered faction, we must still be fair. We won't be that shameless!"
Mordo spoke with a smile as well.
Listening to Wang Yang, Mordo glanced at Michael, whose expression had turned utterly hideous.
He wondered whether Michael would regret coming to Kamar-Taj to make trouble after today.
Michael was furious too. He could clearly hear that Wang Yang and Mordo were taking veiled shots at him, but the problem was that he could not admit it.
Besides, given Wang Yang's strength, how could someone he taught be weak?
But Wang Yang had been taught by the Ancient One, and Strange had been taught by Wang Yang. No matter how one looked at it, that made him a junior among juniors.
The sorcerers nearby nearly burst out laughing when they heard the three men's exchange.
After all, whatever else happened, the Church of Eternity had thoroughly disgraced itself.
They had clearly come to embarrass Kamar-Taj, so how had they ended up embarrassing themselves instead?
At this point, salvaging even a little dignity would count as a good result.
Michael could only