"Very good."
Lin Qingfeng's voice was filled with undisguised satisfaction.
'As long as I can bring them back as Palu, that's all that matters! It's all for the sect's benefit anyway!'
He stood with his hands clasped behind his back, his figure outlined by the moonlight.
"Besides you, you'll handle the remaining five candidates. Remember, we want 'Pokémon' that can win, not cannon fodder sent to their deaths."
Before his voice had even faded, his figure had already vanished, leaving only his ethereal, cloud-like words to echo in the night wind.
"First, the cold glint of light arrives, then the spear strikes like a dragon."
Su Ling'er's heart trembled violently.
'The cold glint of light... the spear strikes like a dragon...'
She instantly understood her Eldest Brother's profound meaning!
