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Upon hearing that Mo Du was about to file a complaint, Master Wang quickly stepped forward and earnestly defended Lin Jie: "Master, this matter really cannot be entirely blamed on Lin Jie, he also..."

Before he could finish speaking, the Ancient One raised her hand to interrupt him: "Alright, take Mordo to the guest hall to heal his injuries first."

Her tone was calm, but her meaning was clear. The Ancient One already knew the whole story and didn't need any further explanation; she had already made her decision.

Master Wang looked troubled and stammered, "But Your Excellency, the guest hall... the guest hall was also destroyed..."

Lin Jie's sword strike was truly terrifying in its power.

Not only did it cleave out a deep valley, but the aftershocks also reduced the guest hall to a pile of ruins.

Even if Master Wang wanted to take Modu to heal his wounds, there was nowhere for him to go.

"The guest hall has been repaired."

The Ancient One's tone remained calm, as if he were simply saying that the weather was nice today.

These five seemingly casual words were like a bombshell, leaving everyone present stunned.

"It's fixed?!"

Thor, lying on the wooden plank, stared wide-eyed at the Ancient One as if she were a monster. "Good heavens! This was just a pile of ruins a moment ago, how did you, bald woman, fix it so quickly? You did it all by yourself?!"

Thor couldn't believe his ears. Even in Asgard, such destruction would require a large number of craftsmen to repair for several months.

"Hmm." The Ancient One didn't even bother to look at him, simply responding with a faint hum.

Thor gasped. This bald woman's strength seemed far more terrifying than he had imagined!

Master Wang, however, was not surprised at all.

The Sorcerer Supreme wields the Time Stone; casually rewinding time in a localized area to restore collapsed buildings is nothing more than routine operation.

However, Master Wang was very dissatisfied with Thor's rude way of addressing him.

He glared at Thor and scolded, "The methods of the Sorcerer Supreme are beyond the comprehension of a muscle-headed brute like you!"

Thor pursed his lips, not angry at all, but instead looked at the Ancient One with shining eyes: "Hey, since you can fix such a big house, can you fix my hammer too? It's broken into several pieces."

Thor's mind was completely occupied with his precious hammer, and he looked at the Ancient One with expectant eyes, just like a child waiting for candy from an adult.

The Ancient One finally glanced at him, but instead of answering his question, she asked in return, "Thor, how come your butt is injured again?"

Thor: ...

I'm fucking idiot!

Are all the people of Kamar-Taj poisonous?!

Why is everyone so interested in my butt?!

What did my butt ever do to deserve this?!

Thor felt deeply humiliated and angrily pointed at Lin Jie, yelling, "It's all this bastard's fault! He said he had a piece of junk, but he not only stabbed me in the butt with his sword, but he almost chopped me and my hammer to dust!"

Although Thor was indeed terrified by Lin Jie's sword strike, his biggest characteristic is that he never learns from his mistakes.

Now that he's calmed down, that stubborn, unyielding temper of his has resurfaced.

"Lin Jie, you just wait!" Thor gritted his teeth and threatened, "Once I get to Nidavellir and get a new god-tier weapon, we have to fight again! You're just taking advantage of me because I'm not equipped right now!"

After uttering those harsh words, Thor turned to the Ancient One, clinging to her like a persistent leech: "Hey, bald woman, can you even fix my hammer?!"

The Ancient One smiled slightly, her tone carrying a profound meaning: "You are the god of thunder, not the god of hammers. The power of thunder comes from your bloodline; the hammer is merely an auxiliary tool."

After saying that, the Ancient One ignored Thor's entanglement and turned to Master Wang, saying, "You may all leave now. I have something to say to Lin Jie alone."

Master Wang bowed respectfully and prepared to push Modu away.

Thor, still unwilling to give up, lay sprawled on the wooden plank, yelling, "No way! That hammer has been with me for hundreds of years, it's closer than my girlfriend! You Kamar-Taj broke it, you have to fix it! Hey, I haven't finished speaking..."

"Whoosh—"

Unable to bear the idiot's incessant chatter, Master Wang casually drew a portal and threw Thor, along with the wooden plank, into it.

"Annoying fellow," Master Wang muttered.

Sitting in his wheelchair, Mordo felt a chill run down his spine as he looked at the Ancient One's biased attitude towards Lin Jie.

He was so angry that, just as he was pushed to the door, he couldn't help but turn around and call out, "Master..."

"I have my own decision, no need to say more." The Ancient One picked up her teacup, took a small sip, and shut Mordo down.

Mordo: ...

Master! Your favoritism is outrageous!

Lin Jie has caused such a big mess, and instead of being punished, he is being kept behind for a private talk?

You're spoiling your apprentice rotten!

You'll lose me if you do this!

Modu, his face filled with grief and indignation, was pushed out by Master Wang.

Walking down the restored corridor, Mordo raised his hands, which were wrapped up like dumplings, and roared angrily, "Your Majesty! Look at my hands! And look at my legs! Lin Jie injured me like this, and Master didn't even say a harsh word to him! Is there any justice in this world?!"

While pushing the wheelchair, Master Wang pursed his lips helplessly: "Who told you to insist on taking that sword? Besides, no one died, what's the big deal?"

"Am I not a human being?!" Mordo was so angry he was about to vomit blood.

This is outrageous!

There are hundreds of people in Kamar-Taj, so why am I always the one who gets injured?

Did I, Mo Du, owe Lin Jie something in my past life?!

Along the way, seeing the strange looks cast at him by the passing mages, Modu wished he could disappear into a crack in the ground.

The dignified senior disciple is parading through the streets in a wheelchair; he has utterly lost face!

……

Inside the library.

Only the Ancient One and Lin Jie remained.

The atmosphere became somewhat heavy for a moment.

Lin Jie stood there like a schoolboy who had made a mistake, looking down at his toes, his heart pounding with anxiety.

"Bring out that sword and let me see it," the Ancient One said calmly, setting down her teacup.

Lin Jie didn't dare to hesitate and quickly cast the object-retrieving spell.

With a flash of golden light, the sword in the stone appeared in his hand. He held the sword with both hands and respectfully presented it to the Ancient One.

The Ancient One stretched out his hands and took the sword from the stone.

To Lin Jie's surprise, the Ancient One wielded the sword with remarkable ease, without even flinching.

"Could it be that this sword isn't actually that heavy? Are Senior Brother Modu and Master Wang just too weak?" Lin Jie wondered to himself.

But he dared not ask any more questions and could only keep his doubts to himself.

The Ancient One carefully examined the ancient inscriptions on the sword, feeling the terrifying magical fluctuations flowing across the blade, his gaze growing increasingly profound.

"Where did you get this sword?" Ancient One handed the sword back to Lin Jie and asked softly.

"Oh, I just used alchemy to make this for fun," Lin Jie answered honestly.

Gu Yi: ...

The sword in the stone that you forged yourself?!