"That's right, I want you to go fight! Go participate in this year's Yunzhou Pokémon Tournament!"
The moment the words left his mouth, Lin Qingfeng wanted to bite his tongue off, cursing himself internally.
'Damn it, I just blurted that out without thinking.'
The room fell silent in an instant. Even the wind outside the window seemed to stop.
Su Ling'er's eyelashes trembled. The grimly determined expression she'd worn, as if ready to face death, froze on her face, replaced by a look of bewilderment and terror. "Po... Pokémon?"
'What is that? And there's a tournament?'
What a bizarre name. Why did it give her such a strange feeling?
'After all, this is a demonic sect. What kind of dark ceremony would they hold? Is this tournament some long-lost, bloody sacrificial rite of the ancient demonic path? Or some vicious Secret Technique to refine the living into puppets? Or... is Senior Brother trying to hint at something?'
A tempest erupted in Su Ling'er's mind.
