Kryptonian: Man of Steel

Mordo shook his head.

"No,"

He spoke slowly.

"Doing this can preserve your three views and prevent you from getting lost in the future."

Strange's heart trembled suddenly, as if he was hit by an invisible force.

The gorgeous appearance does not determine a person's value. The real key lies in the inner quality and pursuit.

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

He took a deep breath, tried to calm down his excitement, returned his mentality to the calmest state, and then firmly followed Modu's pace and continued to move forward.

They passed through narrow streets.

Finally, they came to a seemingly ordinary wooden door.

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

Strange stopped and his eyes stayed on the door for a long time. His heart was full of doubts. This was far from the mysterious place he imagined, and more like the entrance to an ordinary home.

However, when Mordo gently opened the door and motioned for Strange to follow, a whole new world unfolded 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 at a completely different dimension.

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

Finally, they arrived at the main hall of Kama Taj, a smoky, quaint place of peace and tranquility.

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

Strange looked around curiously and saw various ancient magical instruments and books placed in the main hall. Some instruments were inlaid with bright gems and shone with mysterious light; some books had yellowish covers. , obviously has gone through countless spring and autumn.

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

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

The scenes in the murals are either magnificent or bizarre, peaceful or turbulent, all of which make people moved.

The mages in robes were sitting or standing, each immersed in their own practice. Some of them closed their eyes and concentrated, as if listening to the voice of the universe; some held magical instruments, chanted words, and performed mysterious rituals.

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

Moreover, he found that after he came in, the people here treated him very attentively.

First, two young men came over. They were wearing neat robes, smiling, and respectfully helped him take off his coat. Then, someone handed over an exquisite tea cup, which was filled with fragrant tea.

Master Gu Yi, the leader of Kama Taj, even poured him a cup of tea himself.

Her movements were elegant and calm, 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 that she finally saw the glimmer of hope, she certainly wouldn't mind pouring a cup of tea for him personally to show respect and welcome.

"Mr. Strange..."

Master Gu Yi spoke, her voice gentle and powerful, as if it could penetrate the deepest fog in the human heart.

"Doctor, I'm a doctor."

Strange immediately corrected the Ancient One's title of himself.

He has always been proud of his identity as a doctor, and even now that he has been reduced to this, he does not want to abandon this identity.

The Ancient Master smiled slightly and seemed not to care about Strange's correction.

"But it looks like you're no longer a doctor."

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

However, she also knows that everyone has their own destiny and choice. Now that Strange has come here, he is destined to take a different path.

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

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

She knew that Strange's arrival here was not by chance, but by fate.

He longs to find a cure for his injuries and to regain everything he has lost.

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

"The tea is very good."

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

As a neurosurgeon with a high reputation in the Western medical community, he is not interested in the Eastern drink soaked with leaves and twigs. Especially if it is not mixed with a large amount of milk, sugar and honey, the bitter taste is simply unbearable. Entrance.

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

He picked up the tea cup. It was a piece of exquisite porcelain with complex and ancient patterns painted on it. It seemed that every stroke contained some kind of power.

Strange would not know that this teacup was one of the oldest pieces of porcelain and was part of the Ancient One's collection.

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

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

Then, he drank it in big gulps, and his brows unconsciously frowned slightly, as if trying to convince himself that this cup of tea was not completely unacceptable.

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

The Ancient One sat opposite him, with a calm face and deep eyes, as if he could see into people's hearts.

"This tea is not simple."

Her voice was low and magnetic, like an ancient stone bell echoing in 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 countless hardships, it took root and sprouted in this mysterious land."

Gu Yi's thoughts were 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 drink a sip.