As a trainer, he has the rain trait

Zhilin, dressed like a tourist, walked towards the Potala Palace.

As we drew closer, the magnificent Potala Palace came into view. Its white walls gleamed in the sun, its red roofs were vibrant and eye-catching, and the layers of palace buildings stood in an orderly arrangement atop Red Hill.

"Please stop. Access is restricted ahead. Please show your ID."

A policeman walked up to Zhilin, stopped him with his hand, and asked him to show his ID.

Zhilin was slightly stunned and asked, "Restricted access? What happened?"

He then pulled his trainer ID from his pocket and handed it to the police officer.

The officer carefully checked the documents, his expression gradually softening as he answered Zhilin's question, "The Potala Palace was recently attacked, and security has been heightened. You can only enter if you show official documents. There may be dangerous individuals lurking inside. If you absolutely must go in, be careful."

Zhilin nodded slightly, but he was not worried at all, because he came here for this.

"Okay, the ID is correct, you can enter."

After entering the Potala Palace, Zhilin walked slowly, visiting the exquisite murals and ancient Buddha statues along the way, no different from other tourists.

Continuing along the corridor, Zhilin heard the melodious sound of chanting. Following the direction of the sound, he came to a spacious hall. Inside the hall, the lamas were chanting with great concentration, their voices solemn and dignified.

He kept an eye on the tourists, making sure there were no anomalies before continuing deeper. Along the way, his eyes kept wandering among the crowd, secretly keeping an eye on the route.

Under a giant mural, Zhilin discovered something unusual: a short old man with a cane standing in the corner, silently looking at everyone.

Zhilin secretly wondered: Is he the Alliance's security personnel? Or a spy left behind by the Fuhai people?

Zhilin glanced at him, then quickly shifted his gaze to another direction. As luck would have it, his eyes met with another person's.

These eyes... look so familiar.

However, the other person was wearing a mask and his face could not be seen. Just as Zhilin was about to approach, the other person noticed his movements and quickly turned and left.

Zhilin hesitated for a moment and decided to follow and see.

Keeping a distance between them, Zhilin followed her all the way.

The other party seemed to have noticed his tracking and quickened his pace. His figure quickly shuttled through the corridors of the palace, and Zhilin followed closely behind.

Now the other party was sure that he was following her, so he turned around and walked towards a remote exhibition hall.

Zhilin chased after him relentlessly and followed him in without hesitation. However, the moment he stepped into the exhibition hall, he suddenly found that the figure had disappeared.

"Lost?" Zhilin felt a flicker of doubt. He quickly scanned every corner of the exhibition hall, hoping to find any trace of the figure.

At that moment, the door to the exhibition hall behind him suddenly closed with a dull thud. Zhilin's expression changed, and he hurriedly tried to push the door open. But the door remained motionless, clearly locked.

Zhilin's heart tightened and he began to think about his situation.

He didn't know if this was an enemy trap, so he could only look around, looking for a place to escape. The exhibition hall was eerily quiet, with only his breathing echoing in the air.

Suddenly, there were several hurried footsteps behind the door, and then with a click, the door opened again. A Tibetan man and several policemen rushed in.

When Zhilin saw them, he felt relieved, as long as they didn't fall into the enemy's trap.

The Tibetan man was tall and sturdy, with a bronze face as firm as a knife, and a vigilant light flashing in his deep eyes.

The Tibetan man stood before Zhilin, looking down at him with a questioning look in his eyes. "Who are you? Why are you here?"

Zhilin quickly explained, "My name is Zhilin, and I mean no harm."

The Tibetan man frowned slightly, "No evidence, just words. Cuff him first."

Several policemen behind him heard the sound and handcuffed Zhilin quickly and efficiently.

Although Zhilin felt helpless, he knew that he could not resist, otherwise he would not be able to wash himself clean even if he jumped into the Yellow River.

Zhilin was taken away by the police and arrived at a dim detention room in silence.

The place was filled with an air of antiquity, and the walls were cold and hard. Zhilin felt heavy-hearted, determined to find a way to prove his innocence as soon as possible.

After he was pushed into the holding room, the door slammed shut with a thud, a sound that seemed particularly dull in the silent space.

Zhilin looked around. This small space contained only a simple bed and a worn-out chair. He sat down helplessly, his mind reeling over everything that had happened before.

He seemed to know who those eyes belonged to. It was most likely Zhu Yu. He just didn't know why she was hiding from him and even tricked him into the blockaded area.

No, as soon as he entered, the door was closed and locked. Not long after, someone came over. It was probably a trap set by the authorities to capture the floating sea people.

Oh~ What bad luck! I wouldn’t have been so reckless if I had known earlier.

Just as he was feeling frustrated, he heard steady footsteps outside the door. Then, the door opened and the Tibetan man walked in. His figure looked even taller and more majestic in the dim light.

The Tibetan man closed the door, walked up to Zhilin, and stared at him with sharp eyes.

"Tell me, why on earth did you appear in that place?"

Zhilin stood up and explained his purpose sincerely.

The Tibetan man listened silently, narrowing his eyes slightly, as if wondering whether Zhilin's words were credible.

"Who can prove it?"

"Master Liang of the Xiliang Gym knows."

Upon hearing this, the Tibetan man took out his cell phone from his pocket and made a call.

"Hey!"

"Sanji? Why did you suddenly think of calling me?"

"Zhilin, do you know him?"

"I know him, don't you? He's the champion of this year's Phoenix Cup~"

Sang Ji looked at Zhilin in surprise, and Zhilin laughed awkwardly.

Sangji half believed what he said, but he still asked, "He said he went to the Potala Palace to look for someone and search for the Fuhai people. Is that true?"

"Oh! Is that so, Claw? You caught him as a sea creature?"

Sang Ji was silent for a moment, said "hmm", and hung up the phone.

"You can trust me now!" Zhilin sighed.

"Don't be so reckless next time." Sang Ji said unhappily, and then asked someone to uncuff Zhilin and return his backpack and Poké Ball.

Zhilin rubbed his wrist and was about to nod to show that he understood.

With a "bang", the door of the detention room was pushed open.

"Master, the Fuhai Clan are taking action! They've already broken into the secret room."

Sang Ji's pupils shrank and he rushed out of the detention room. When Zhi Lin heard this, he immediately grabbed the belt with the Poké Ball and followed him.