The main reason we didn't feel comfortable entrusting many things to Lin was that the girl was just too dumb.
Take this time, for instance. Even after she transformed into a massive golden dragon in midair, circled above Dragon Mountain for five minutes, and flapped away, she probably still hadn't remembered that she'd casually tossed Cha Er down along the way. The unlucky silver dragon plummeted straight down headfirst, and it was obvious that recovering his balance from that position wouldn't be easy. Still, Cha Er had to have some skills to serve as the Silver Dragon clan chief. Shouting and flailing his wings wildly in midair, he finally adjusted from head-down, feet-up to a position parallel to the ground a few seconds before impact—so the number of dragons he knocked over went from one to three: he crashed down sideways.
The enormous Golden Two-Headed Dragon circling among the clouds naturally had an unprecedented impact on the dragons below—of course, that was also why the three unlucky fellows hit by Cha Er hadn't managed to dodge. Basically, aside from those with cervical problems, every dragon gathered in the plaza craned its neck foolishly toward the sky. Lin's golden form was reflected in every pair of huge eyes. Night had fully fallen by then, the dim darkness that came after the last trace of sunset vanished beyond the horizon. Against that murky sky, the Golden Two-Headed Dragon looked even more immense and majestic. Only after Lin circled overhead for several minutes and flew toward another Dragon Mountain in the distance did the dragons in the plaza collectively let out a drawn-out, "Ooooh—"
Then came the wails of the three unlucky victims Cha Er had flattened, followed by Cha Er's dizzy apologies and Tracy's roar. It looked like Cha Er's landing zone