"What do you mean by 'how to look'?" Linen was slightly taken aback.
"Across the way."
Linen glanced across and then understood what the other person meant. Thinking for a moment, he replied, "Quite a powerful Alchemist, but what a pity."
"What a pity?" Rolin turned his head to ask.
"The pity is that in today's Colin Ishurian, Alchemy is always plagued by power struggles," Linen shrugged, "Honestly, I'd love to join you and him in this Continental League match. I'm not interested in anything else."
Rolin chuckled a bit.
Then he coughed heavily twice, spread his hands apart, glanced at them, and then silently closed his palms.
Linen observed this scene, couldn't help but ask, "Are you okay?"
Rolin hesitated, seemingly remembering something.
But he just smiled and gently shook his head.
On the other side of the arena, Ande was looking at his old partner with annoyance.
