As a trainer, he has the rain trait

Deep in the forest behind the snow lies the mysterious land of the Dragon Tamers.

The ancient bluestone walls surrounded the Yulong Clan's territory. The bluestone had turned dark, now engraved with mysterious runes that flickered faintly. The city gates were made of heavy ironwood, inlaid with huge copper rings, and every time the gates opened or closed, a dull sound was heard.

As Zhilin approached, he could feel the weathered atmosphere of the ancient city, which made him wonder: hadn't this branch of the Dragon Taming Clan migrated to Jingchu only a hundred years ago? Why was their land so ancient?

Long Aotian, who was standing by, saw his confusion and explained, "This ancient city was built six hundred years ago, but later it became deserted. We migrated here and restored it."

Zhilin understood and followed him into the ancient city.

Inside the clan's territory, wide streets were paved with smooth stone slabs, and on either side were houses arranged in a patchwork pattern. These houses, mostly constructed of stone and wood, were solemn and majestic. A thin layer of moss and snow covered the roofs, and a sculpture of a dragon head, eyes wide open, stood on the ridge.

The street leads directly to the square in the center of the tribe's territory. The first thing that catches the eye is a towering dragon statue carved from black rock. The dragon's body is winding and coiled, its claws are extremely sharp, and its head is raised high, as if it is roaring majestically to the sky.

Zhilin felt that this sculpture looked very familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen it for a while.

There are eight stone pillars standing around the sculpture, with lifelike dragon patterns carved on the pillars. On top of the pillars are huge braziers with blazing fires burning in them. The flames are particularly dazzling against the backdrop of snow.

Behind the dragon sculpture is a huge ancient tree, which is towering into the clouds and has lush branches and leaves.

The square was bustling with activity. Some members of the Dragon Clan were training their Pokémon. They wielded long whips and barked out loud commands, and the dragon Pokémon obediently followed their lead.

Next to them, a group of younger members of the clan sat together, listening attentively to their elders telling the legendary stories of the Dragon Taming Clan, with reverence and yearning in their eyes.

Zhilin was a little at a loss in the face of the astonished gazes of the other Dragon Tamers. He lowered his head and silently followed Long Aotian forward.

After a while, Zhilin noticed that Long Aotian in front of him had stopped. He looked up and found that he had walked under the huge ancient tree.

"Stop! Who is coming?"

A majestic voice sounded, and a warrior in leather armor holding a spear stopped the two men, but his eyes were on Zhilin, obviously speaking to him.

Long Aotian took out a token from his pocket and said, "This is the guest invited by the elder."

The soldier glanced at the token and stepped aside to make way.

"Let's go, the elders are waiting."

"Oh oh!" Zhilin hurried to follow.

The branches of the ancient trees are crisscrossed, some are as thick as an adult's arms, while others are thinner, but they are all tightly connected together, naturally forming a winding passage.

Zhilin was amazed as he stepped onto the staircase made of branches. The feeling beneath his feet was solid yet slightly springy. With each step, he could almost feel the vigorous vitality of the giant tree.

As the footsteps moved, gradually moving away from the ground, the surrounding scenery became more and more different. Looking down at the Yulong clan land from a high vantage point, the entire ancient city was in full view.

The stairs extended all the way to the tree hole at the top of the tree. Zhilin stood in front of the entrance tree hole. A strong feeling surged in his heart, attracting him to go in.

Zhilin slowly stepped into the tree hole. The interior space of the tree hole was more spacious than he had imagined. Soft light sprinkled from nowhere, creating a peaceful and warm atmosphere. The ground was covered with a layer of soft moss, and stepping on it was as comfortable as walking on the clouds.

The tree hole is surrounded by some simple yet exquisite furniture: a small table made of wood with clearly visible grain, a wooden cabinet with a half-open door, and a few small wooden chairs. The traces of hand-carving give them a unique artistic feel.

In the center of the tree hole, an old dragon was lying quietly.

Its eyes were slightly closed, its expression relaxed. Its large, supple body exuded a gentle aura, giving it a sense of intimacy. Its blue skin shimmered with a mysterious sheen in the light, and its long beard swayed gently like silk threads in the breeze, surrounded by a faint halo that made it appear even more sacred and inviolable.

The old man Long's ears moved slightly, listening to the subtle sound of Zhilin's footsteps. He slowly opened his eyes, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and with a faint smile he said gently: "Child, you are here!"

Zhilin hadn't expected the elder of the Dragon Clan to be a Pokémon. He was stunned for a moment before reacting, "Hello!"

After he finished speaking, he realized something was wrong.

"How can you speak?" Zhilin seemed very surprised.

The old man Long smiled lightly and looked up to signal Long Aotian.

Long Aotian quickly explained, "The elder received the protection of the Dragon God a long time ago and learned our language."

"Dragon God?"

Long Aotian glanced at the old man Long and whispered in Zhilin's ear, "It's Yinglong!"

Yinglong? One of the three mythical beasts in Donghuang legend?

Zhilin glanced at the old man Long and said hesitantly, "Did this elder invite me here for the Dragon Pond?"

Old Man Long nodded slightly, "Yes!"

"But why should this opportunity be left to me?"

Zhilin asked his doubts.

The old man Long did not answer immediately, but turned his head to look at Long Aotian, "Aotian, please step aside first."

After Long Aotian left the tree hole, it moved its huge body, slowly propped up its limbs, stood up, shook its head slightly, and its long beard swayed gently.

Then, it took steady steps, step by step, and approached Zhilin, locking its eyes on him with a look full of friendliness.

“Because, He!”

As the old dragon stood up, a piece of canvas behind it was revealed.

On the canvas is a light blue dragon-shaped Pokémon, whose appearance is much clearer than the sculptures seen before. It is the legendary Pokémon of Donghuang: Yinglong!

Zhilin didn't understand what the old dragon meant and looked at it in confusion.

The old man looked at Zhilin, his eyes revealing a touch of gentleness and determination. He slowly turned around, slowly raised his tail, gently reached into his soft fur, and carefully extracted a light blue dragon scale that shone with a mysterious light.

This dragon scale sparkles with brilliant colors under the light, as if it contains endless power.

The old dragon used his tail to place the dragon scale at Zhilin's feet. His movements were gentle and cautious, and he treated the dragon scale as an invaluable treasure.

Zhilin looked down at the dragon scales at his feet, his heart filled with surprise.

The old man looked at Zhilin again and said, "As you can see, this is the scale of the Dragon God."

Another legendary prop!

Zhilin squatted down and wanted to pick up the dragon scales, but suddenly he felt his chest getting hot. He quickly took out the rainbow feather, which was emitting a faint rainbow light. The dragon scales on the ground slowly floated up, also flashing alternating blue and white light.

Zhilin looked at the scene in surprise and confusion.

The old man's voice rang out: "I don't know why the Dragon God chose you, but I think it's for the same reason as the Phoenix Emperor. Do you have any ideas?"

The rainbow feathers and Yinglong scales gradually returned to normal and fell into Zhilin's hands.

Zhilin looked at the phoenix feather and dragon scale in his hands and smiled bitterly. He didn't know either...