As a trainer, he has the rain trait

Lao Liang had sat in the audience at some point, and when he saw them finish their fight, he clapped and praised with a smile, "Heroes emerge young!"

Zhilin said modestly: "It's okay, it's okay!"

Lao Liang stood up, walked over to Zhilin, took out a hot pot-shaped badge and handed it to him, "Congratulations, you have been recognized by the Xiliang Dojo, and you are one step closer to the Linglong Conference."

Zhilin put this badge together with the grass-type badge from the Jingchu Gym, and then told Lao Liang his second purpose.

After hearing Zhilin's intentions, Lao Liang shook his head regretfully. "I'm afraid I'll disappoint you. There aren't many Fuhai people in Xiliang. Trying to find someone through them is like looking for a needle in a haystack."

Zhilin didn't hold out much hope, so he nodded and said, "I understand. I'll take my leave then."

Lao Liang tried to persuade him to stay, "Why don't you stay a few more days? Xiliang is still very interesting."

"No, I only planned to stay for one day. I still have to rush to the Western Frontier to find out the situation!"

Seeing that he had made up his mind, Lao Liang had no choice but to call Liang Yu: "Kid, pack some hot pot soup base for Zhilin to take away."

Zhilin thanked Lao Liang and Liang Yu, father and son, and set off on his journey again with a bag of hot pot soup base...

The fire-breathing dragon slowly descended, its powerful air current bending the grass. Zhilin watched the scenery on the ground gradually expand, and the fresh scent of grass, mixed with the faint fragrance of flowers, filled his nose.

Zhilin knew that he had arrived in the western border area.

He took the Charizard special line of Pokémon Airlines to go to high-altitude areas like Xinjiang. Charizard is more convenient than airplanes, and it only takes one can of energy cube to accelerate to 100 kilometers.

After bidding farewell to Charizard, Zhilin looked around.

The rolling snow-capped mountains in the distance shine with holy light under the sunlight. The snow on the top of the mountain never melts all year round, like a huge white crown.

The sky was a deep and pure blue, without a trace of impurities, like a huge sapphire dome.

The white clouds float in the air like clouds, changing into various wonderful shapes.

Zhilin identified the direction and walked along a winding path with endless grassland on both sides.

On the grassland, the tender green grass sways gently in the breeze, and colorful wild flowers are dotted across the grassland, adding a touch of brilliant color to the grassland.

A herd of yaks strolled leisurely. In the distance, a few colorful tents dotted the grasslands. They were the homes of Tibetan herders, and also Zhilin's destination. Colorful prayer flags fluttered from the tents, rustling in the wind.

A melodious song was heard, and following the direction of the song, a group of Tibetan herdsmen were seen busy on the grassland.

An elderly herder saw Zhilin, walked up to him, raised his hand and greeted him in a friendly manner. With a bright smile on his face, he asked in his broken Chinese, "Where are you from?"

Zhilin smiled and replied, "Jingchu, Zhilin."

The older herdsman placed his hands on his chest and bowed slightly. "Dear guest from afar, please allow me to invite you to my tent."

Zhilin was not surprised at all. This was the location that Kojiro had given him. He must have made arrangements with him in advance.

Zhilin entered the tent and saw it was decorated with exquisite Tibetan carpets and various colorful ornaments.

A Tibetan woman brought a steaming cup of butter tea, handed it to Zhilin with a smile, and said, "Drink it. This is butter tea. It warms your body."

Zhilin took the butter tea and took a sip. A rich aroma of milk and tea spread in his mouth.

Then, they served some sweet tsampa. Zhilin imitated the herdsmen and ate the tsampa with his hands. While savoring the food, he asked the herdsmen about Musashi and his companions.

"Where are my friends?"

The older herder replied softly, "They're out. They shouldn't be back until night."

Zhilin nodded, "Okay, you guys go ahead and do your work, I'll go out for a walk."

"Ok!"

Zhilin walked out of the tent and released the electric dragons and the others. They had to enjoy such a good environment.

Letting them frolic on the grassland, Zhilin strolled around.

Along the way, he saw Tibetan girls in brightly colored clothes dancing happily, Tibetan boys playing traditional musical instruments, elderly lamas holding prayer beads with kind faces, and pilgrims in simple clothes, holding prayer wheels in their hands, bowing their heads with every step, moving towards the holy place in their hearts.

Zhilin enjoyed the tour of this land, feeling the unique natural scenery and rich cultural atmosphere. I have to say that Xinjiang is a great place, if you don't have altitude sickness.

After walking around for a while, Zhilin lay down on a beautiful meadow to rest for a while. Just as he lay down, he heard footsteps in the distance.

Zhilin looked up and saw Musashi and his group walking towards him.

They came to Zhilin, and Musashi spoke first. Seeing Zhilin's comfortable look, he said unhappily, "We've gone through so much trouble to gather information about the Fukai Clan, and you're just lying here?"

Zhilin chuckled and said, "I can't help you. So, have you guys gathered the intelligence?"

Musashi rolled his eyes, and Kojiro nodded before continuing, "That's right, we asked around and ran around everywhere to gather this information."

Meow Meow also waved his paw and said, "Meow, those floating sea creatures seem to be planning something big. We collected them with great difficulty!"

Zhilin didn't know what they were up to. He stood up, brushed off the grass debris on his body and said, "Ten thousand yuan bonus per person."

Anyway, it's not my own money, so I don't feel bad. Using the Rockets' money and using my own connections, this is the pattern.

Musashi's eyes lit up instantly, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up. "You have a conscience!"

"Tell me, what have you found out?"

Musashi cleared his throat and began to tell the information he had gathered.

"We've learned that the Fukai have been active around the Potala Palace recently, and their movements are extremely mysterious." Musashi narrowed his eyes slightly. "They seem to be searching for something."

Another robbery? What exactly are the Fuhai people looking for?

Kojiro added, "They attacked the Potala Palace not long ago, even White Tiger personally took action. However, they probably didn't succeed. They are still gathering near the Potala Palace, and the Alliance has already arrested many of them."

Zhilin listened to their report with a frown on his face and a hint of worry in his eyes.

After a moment's contemplation, Zhilin said to the three of them, "No matter what the Fuhai Clan intends to do, we must not let them succeed. Keep an eye on their movements at all times, and report any news directly to me."

Musashi nodded, a cold glint in his eyes, "Of course, I remember the attack on our base!"