"Strange, if you want to reach Mage Wang Yang's level, you'll have to work hard. Otherwise, you'll only be able to bring out the power of a support spell!"
Mordo took a deep breath and calmed himself, lest he lose his prestige as a Master of the Mystic Arts in front of Strange.
"Yes!"
Strange nodded solemnly. He had experienced the power of Wang Yang's magic firsthand and longed to do what Wang Yang did.
To wield magic with such power.
Afterward, Mordo sent Strange back to practice diligently.
"Master Mordo, will we continue teaching tomorrow?"
Wang Yang looked at Mordo.
Looking at Wang Yang's humble smile, Mordo was filled with conflicting feelings.
Each demonstration of magic was another blow. He was a Master of the Mystic Arts, after all. If this continued, Wang Yang would seem more like the master, while he would be no better than a trainee mage.
This couldn't go on. He would rather teach alone!
He had countless things he wanted to say, but in the end, only mild words left his mouth.
"No need. The Vishanti Chains alone will keep Strange busy for several days. You should practice your magic properly too. Don't let teaching others interfere with your own practice!"
Mordo spoke sternly and righteously, yet he couldn't help muttering inwardly. Could the spells Wang Yang cast really grow any more powerful?
They really might.
Was Wang Yang human?
He wasn't human! He was a monster!
Mordo felt utterly dejected.
Naturally, Wang Yang had no idea what Mordo was thinking. He nodded and said, "All right, Master Mordo. I'll be going, then!"
Wang Yang returned to his quarters and sat cross-legged in meditation.
Meditation was one way for mages to strengthen their Mental Power, emptying their minds and letting their Mental Power spread.