Khamir Dal was one of the most senior Sorcerers of Kamar-Taj.
For over sixty years, he had studied within Kamar-Taj.
He had even fought alongside the Supreme Sorcerer against many enemies from other dimensions.
But he had never lost his composure as badly as he did today.
This apprentice was completely wrecking his confidence!
"Grand Sorcerer, please believe me—I truly taught him."
"I don't know what else could have happened."
Wang's expression remained impassive.
He also knew that Khamir Dal would never lie.
Khamir Dal's integrity was legendary throughout Kamar-Taj.
Even we, the Grand Sorcerers, held him in the highest esteem.
Casillas himself, who was usually arrogant, never put on airs before Khamir Dal.
That showed how respected he was within Kamar-Taj.
There was no way he would lie about an apprentice.
Having ruled out every other possibility, no matter how unbelievable, it had to be the truth:
In just one morning, this boy had mastered two foundational theories—and could put them into practice.
Wang had also been a prodigy in his apprenticeship.
Otherwise he could not have become one of Kamar-Taj's Grand Sorcerers.
Precisely because of that, he knew just how astonishing this was.
Even the Ancient One had never done such a thing!
This boy was the very definition of genius.
No—genius was too weak a word.
He was a monster.
A flash of complex emotion passed through Wang's eyes.
Sometimes the gap between people was greater than that between humans and dogs.
But he quickly felt joy again.
To have a prodigy like this appear in Kamar-Taj was a boon for all of them.
He must nurture this talent carefully!
Wang turned back to Khamir Dal.
At the sight of Wang's stern face, Khamir Dal shivered.
"Grand Sorcerer, I've thought it over," he said.
"There is nothing wrong with my teaching—the problem must be with this boy."
"This child truly is a monster."
Wang looked at Zhao Yu outside the Mirror Dimension without changing his expression.
But in his heart he understood: this fellow was truly preternatural.
It would not be long before Khamir Dal was completely drained.
"Khamir Dal Sorcerer, this prodigy should be taught personally by the Supreme Sorcerer."
"I'm afraid we no longer have the capacity to instruct him."
"You're absolutely right."
Khamir Dal sighed. He had the self-awareness to admit it.
Though Kamar-Taj held many Sorcerers, and each Supreme Sorcerer had a few personal disciples, they all knew their place.
Next to a Supreme Sorcerer, they were like fireflies before the full moon.
They could not compare.
They did not even have the right to read the Supreme Sorcerers' own tomes.
A peerless talent such as this could only be guided by a Supreme Sorcerer.
"Grand Sorcerer, you're right. But when will the Supreme Sorcerer return?"
Khamir Dal asked anxiously.
"She should be back very soon," Wang replied.
The Supreme Sorcerer was currently busy fending off powerful foes in the outer dimensions.
Enemies of immense power from other realms had long coveted Earth.
The Supreme Sorcerer had been the planet's bulwark.
Dormammu of the Dark Dimension was but one of her formidable adversaries.
Recently she had gone beyond our plane to confront these threats.
She likely had no time to teach apprentices for now.
Seeing Khamir Dal's worried face, Wang offered some reassurance.
"Khamir Dal Sorcerer, do not fret.
"You already know many spells—just pass them on to him.
"And if teaching him directly proves too difficult, have him study Sanskrit and the other ancient tongues."
"Even the greatest genius needs time to learn.
"By then she should have returned."
Wang smiled.
Kamar-Taj sat atop the Himalayas in Nepal.
Many of their precious volumes were gathered from magical traditions across the world.
Thus they preserved long-lost languages—ancient Sanskrit among them.
Such complex tongues required even prodigies some time to master.
Yet they formed the very foundation of a Sorcerer's training.
To learn advanced spells, one must first learn these languages.
Even the most gifted apprentices could be delayed this way.
"Grand Sorcerer, you're absolutely right."
Khamir Dal brightened.
Kamar-Taj's libraries were vast—truly encyclopedic.
They were the Ancient One's lifetime treasures, all shared freely among us.
Aside from a few forbidden tomes of Dark Magic, most works were open even to apprentices.
So even if Zhao Yu drained Khamir Dal dry, he could still be set to reading.
That would buy time until the Supreme Sorcerer's return.
Resolved, Khamir Dal regained his composure.
"Khamir Dal Master, I entrust Zhao Yu's instruction to you.
"This boy is undoubtedly the future of Kamar-Taj."
Wang spoke with solemn gravity.
"I understand, Grand Sorcerer. You may rest assured."
"It is my duty to guide these apprentices."
Khamir Dal placed one hand on his chest and bowed respectfully.
"Let us go. There's nothing more to observe from this boy."
"I fear if we watch any longer our hearts might give out."
In an uncharacteristic moment of levity, Wang made a rare joke.
The stern visage he wore for millennia cracked into a crooked smile—albeit one more grotesque than tears.
Khamir Dal, knowing Wang well, was not surprised.
"Indeed. Let us hurry."
"I will return to my tomes to steady my nerves."
With that, the two men drew circles before them and departed.
Zhao Yu, unaware of their scrutiny, continued to toy happily with his weapons.
By now, he had mastered the Magic Framework technique completely.
His weapons shifted endlessly—long blades, swords, chains, throwing knives, even polearms—each transformation marvelously seamless.
"Hm, it seems I have mastered it thoroughly."
"The system really is powerful."
Zhao Yu was pleased with his command of Magic.
"They can continue their studies at their leisure.
"It's time I seek Master Khamir Dal's guidance on something new."
Thinking of tomorrow's plan, Zhao Yu drifted contentedly into sleep.
Elsewhere, Khamir Dal, poring over a Magic grimoire, shivered inexplicably.
This book is provided by FunNovel Novel Book | Fan Fiction Novel [Beautiful Free Novel Book]