Kryptonians: Man of Steel

Chapter 1002: Cow Chewing Peony
Mordo shook his head.

"No,"

He spoke slowly.

"Doing so can preserve your three perspectives and prevent you from getting lost on the road ahead."

Strange's heart trembled violently, as if hit by an invisible force.

The gorgeousness of appearance cannot determine a person's value. The real key lies in the inner quality and pursuit.

At this moment, Mordo's words were like a flash of lightning, cutting through the fog in his heart and making him suddenly realize.

He took a deep breath, trying to calm his excitement and return his mind to the calmest state, then firmly followed Mordo's steps and continued forward.

They walked through the narrow streets.

Finally, they came to a plain-looking wooden door.

The door looks particularly simple, even a little shabby, and the red brick wall looks mottled due to the erosion of time.

Strange stopped and stared at the door for a long time. He was filled with doubts. This door was far from the mysterious place he had imagined. It looked more like the entrance to an ordinary family.

However, when Mordo gently pushed open the door and motioned for Strange to follow in, a whole new world appeared before his eyes.

The scene behind the door was completely different from what he had seen before, as if he had traveled through a tunnel of time and space and arrived in a completely different dimension.

They walked through a long and narrow corridor with ancient oil lamps lit on both sides. The dim light cast mottled shadows on the walls, adding a bit of mystery and solemnity.

Finally, they came to a smoky, quaint, peaceful and quiet place - the main hall of Kamar-Taj.

This place is full of mystery and solemnity, as if every stone slab and every pillar carries thousands of years of history and wisdom.

Strange looked around curiously, and saw various ancient instruments and books placed in the main hall. Some of the instruments were inlaid with dazzling gems, flashing a mysterious light; some of the books had yellowed covers, and it was obvious that they had gone through countless years.

There is a faint fragrance in the air, which makes people feel relaxed and happy.

There are some murals depicting mysterious scenes hanging on the walls, each of which is lifelike, as if telling an ancient and mysterious story.

The scenes in the murals are either magnificent or strange, either peaceful or turbulent, and they all move people.

The robed mages were either sitting or standing, immersed in their own practice. Some of them closed their eyes and concentrated, as if listening to the voice of the universe; others held instruments in their hands, chanted something, and performed mysterious rituals.

Strange was deeply attracted by the scene before him. He seemed to have entered a whole new world, a world completely different from the one he had known before.

Moreover, he found that after he came in, the people here treated him particularly warmly.

First, two young men came over, wearing neat robes and smiling, and respectfully helped him take off his coat. Then, someone handed him a delicate teacup filled with fragrant tea.

Master Ancient One, the leader of Kamar-Taj, even personally poured him a cup of tea.

Her movements were graceful and deliberate, as if every detail had been carefully designed.

After all, Strange was the person she chose to succeed her, and she had been waiting for this day for a long time.

Now, finally seeing the light of hope, she certainly didn't mind personally pouring a cup of tea for the other party to show her respect and welcome.

"Mr. Strange..."

Master Ancient One spoke, her voice gentle and powerful, as if it could penetrate the deepest fog of people's hearts. "Doctor, I am a doctor."

Strange immediately corrected the way Ancient One addressed him.

He has always been proud of his identity as a doctor, and even though he has fallen into this state now, he does not want to give up this identity.

The Ancient One smiled slightly, seemingly not caring about Strange's correction.

"But it looks like you're not a doctor now."

There was a hint of helplessness and regret in her tone. After all, Strange's former glory was gone forever.

However, she also knew that everyone has his or her own destiny and choices. Since Strange came here, he was destined to take a different path.

"That's why you came to this place to seek guidance."

The Ancient One continued, her eyes deep and bright, as if she could see into Strange's inner thoughts and desires.

She knew that Strange's coming here was not accidental, but fate.

He longed to find a way to heal his injuries and to regain everything he had lost.

And Kamar-Taj is the best choice for him to realize this wish.

“The tea is very good.”

Strange said quietly, though there was a hint of reluctance in his tone.

As a neurosurgeon with a high reputation in the Western medical community, he was not fond of this kind of Oriental drink made from leaves and branches, especially if it was not mixed with a large amount of milk, sugar and honey, the bitter taste was almost unpalatable.

However, now that he was in this ancient and mysterious place, all etiquette and customs seemed less important.

He picked up the teacup, which was a piece of exquisite porcelain with intricate and ancient patterns painted on it, and it seemed that every stroke contained some kind of power.

Strange had no idea that this teacup was one of the oldest pieces of porcelain and was a treasure of the Ancient One.

He imitated the people around him, took a sip, and then frowned, as if he was taking on a difficult challenge.

The tea bloomed on the tip of the tongue, bitter at first, and then a faint sweetness quietly rose, as if experiencing a journey from darkness to light, but this subtle transformation was undoubtedly a test for Strange who was trying it for the first time.

Then he took a big gulp and frowned slightly, as if trying to convince himself that this cup of tea was not completely unacceptable.

But this brief attempt did not distract him for too long, and he quickly refocused his attention on the woman in front of him - Master Ancient One.

Gu Yi sat opposite him, his face as calm as water and his eyes deep, as if he could see into people's hearts.

"This tea is not simple."

Her voice was deep and magnetic, like an ancient stone bell echoing through the valley.

"It comes from an ancient tea tree, whose history can be traced back to the Qin and Han dynasties, or even earlier. I personally transplanted that tree from the land of China to here, and after going through countless hardships, I finally let it take root and sprout in this mysterious land."

What Gu Yi was thinking in his mind was that it was like a cow chewing a peony. That was a treasured tea, more precious than the mother tree of Da Hong Pao. A mother tree of tea from the Qin and Han Dynasties was transplanted to Kamar-Taj by her, and only a few people could have a sip of it.

(End of this chapter)