After stepping outside…
Kaluu was already waiting with a young Black sorcerer dressed in white robes.
The moment Lucian appeared, Kaluu bowed respectfully.
“Mr.
Lucian.”
“This is the finest sorcerer among our disciples.”
The young man stepped forward and performed a respectful salute.
“Greetings, Mr.
Lucian.”
“My name is Mordo.”
Lucian looked at him with obvious curiosity.
So this is Mordo…
Baron Mordo.
In the comics, Mordo eventually embraced dark magic and betrayed the Ancient One.
But in the Marvel Cinematic Universe…
Things were quite different.
He had stood beside the Ancient One for many years.
He had even been the one who repeatedly pleaded with her to accept Stephen Strange as a disciple.
Without Mordo’s persistence…
Doctor Strange might never have entered Kamar-Taj.
Meanwhile…
Being stared at so intently made Mordo instinctively take a step backward.
A man whom even Master Kaluu refuses to offend…
Why is he looking at me like that?
…Does he have some unusual hobby?
Lucian suddenly smiled.
“Not bad.”
“He’ll do.”
Kaluu nodded.
“Very well, Mr.
Lucian.”
“Mordo.”
“For the time being…”
“You’ll remain at Mr.
Lucian’s side and assist him.”
Having said that…
Kaluu quickly excused himself.
Soon…
Only Lucian and Mordo remained.
Lucian gestured with a smile.
“Come with me.”
Although still somewhat nervous…
Mordo obediently followed.
Once they reached the courtyard, Lucian stopped and looked at him.
“All right.”
“Let’s begin.”
“We’re going to Guangzhou.”
“…Huh?”
Mordo froze.
A look of complete confusion spread across his face.
“Open a portal.”
“I want to go to Guangzhou.”
Lucian repeated patiently.
“Oh…”
“Right away, Mr.
Lucian.”
Only then did Mordo snap back to reality.
He immediately raised both hands.
Golden sparks spun through the air.
A circular portal opened before them.
Without hesitation…
Lucian stepped through.
Mordo quickly followed.
Meanwhile…
Foshan, Guangdong
Inside Po Chi Lam, Aunt Thirteen—Mo Guilan, though everyone simply called her Aunt Thirteen—was dressed in fashionable Western attire.
Standing beside her was Huang Feihong, wearing a pristine white robe.
Behind them…
Leung Foon staggered under a mountain of luggage strapped to his back while wearing a black robe and round hat.
“Feihong…”
“Could you change into something else?”
Aunt Thirteen suddenly asked.
Every time she looked at Huang Feihong’s white robe…
She couldn’t help remembering the mysterious, overwhelmingly powerful man she had met aboard the steamship a month earlier.
“Hm?”
“What’s wrong with this one?”
Huang Feihong looked down at himself in confusion.
He couldn’t see anything unusual.
“Just…”
“Please change.”
Aunt Thirteen didn’t know how to explain.
Having received a Western education…
She had never believed in ghosts, immortals, or supernatural beings.
Yet…
That mysterious man had vanished into thin air before her very eyes.
The experience had completely shattered everything she believed about the world.
Could gods really exist…?
“Very well.”
“I’ll change.”
Although puzzled, Huang Feihong simply nodded and returned to his room.
This journey had come at the invitation of an International Medical Association conference in Guangzhou.
He had prepared extensively.
Traditional Chinese medicine was declining year after year.
Not only in the West…
Even many people within China now believed Western medicine to be superior.
For Huang Feihong…
This conference wasn’t merely an opportunity to exchange medical knowledge.
He intended…
To restore the reputation of traditional Chinese medicine.
A short while later…
He emerged wearing a dark blue changshan.
Only then did Aunt Thirteen finally feel at ease.
“Good.”
“Let’s hurry.”
“We need to get to the station.”
“Otherwise we’ll miss the train.”
She checked the pocket watch she carried before urging everyone onward.
The three hurried toward the railway station.
The station was packed.
People crowded shoulder to shoulder.
By the time they finally managed to board the train…
All three were sweating.
Just as they entered the carriage…
The train lurched into motion.
Apart from Aunt Thirteen…
Both Huang Feihong and Leung Foon nearly lost their footing.
Fortunately…
Years of martial arts practice allowed them to steady themselves almost instantly.
At that moment…
Huang Feihong noticed a Westerner calmly eating soup at a nearby table.
His eyes immediately lit up.
“What impressive skill!”
he exclaimed.
“The train is shaking this violently…”
“And yet he can still eat without spilling a drop.”
“If I get the chance…”
“I’d love to exchange pointers with that Western master.”
Aunt Thirteen couldn’t help laughing.
“They’re not martial artists.”
“They’re simply used to travelling by train.”
“Look around.”
“Nearly everyone eating comfortably is a Westerner.”
Only then did Huang Feihong notice she was right.
Aunt Thirteen spotted three empty seats and walked over.
Huang Feihong quickly followed.
Leung Foon, meanwhile, remained by the window, staring in amazement at the trees flying past outside.
Eventually…
The three settled into their seats.
Leung Foon rubbed his head.
His face had turned pale.
“Ah Kwan…”
“Are you all right?”
Huang Feihong asked with concern.
“I’m fine…”
“I just feel dizzy.”
“My chest feels like it’s about to explode.”
Leung Foon frowned.
“Oh!”
“I know what it is.”
Aunt Thirteen nodded knowingly.
“You’re suffering from motion sickness.”
“Whatever you do…”
“Don’t eat anything.”
“Otherwise you’ll throw it all back up.”
Leung Foon waved dismissively.
“It’s fine.”
“They serve Western food on the train.”
“Even if I end up vomiting…”
“I’m still going to eat it.”
“Hehe.”
He grinned foolishly.
A few moments later…
A waiter approached carrying a tray with three bowls of soup.
Smiling politely at Huang Feihong, he placed the bowls on the table before quietly walking away.