Return to the Fossil Research Institute

Yan Yang and his companions finally returned to the familiar Fossil Research Institute.

Their farewell with Volcanion had been practically nonexistent. That big fellow probably could not wait for them to disappear and had not even offered a polite word.

Seriously, who chased guests away like that?

Just wait, big guy. See how I settle the score with you in a year! Yan Yang thought to himself.

He just was not sure whether he would really be able to keep that appointment a year from now—what if the random teleportation cooldown ended by then and he got thrown to some faraway corner of the world? Would that not be a disaster?

With that guy's temper... would he get so angry he started smoking on the spot and chase Yan Yang to the ends of the earth?

Yan Yang could practically imagine the stream of curses coming from him then: "You little bastard who breaks promises and betrays feelings! I'll never let this go!"

Uh... if it really came to that, he could only hope the old fellow would be willing to wait another month.

They descended from the plateau to the grasslands and picked up Pyroar and Lycanroc, who had been waiting there.

After staying briefly with the Pyroar pride, Yan Yang informed them that he would soon be leaving.

Hawlucha seemed rather downcast. She flapped her wings and circled around him, crying out urgently as though complaining that the farewell had come too soon.

But Yan Yang had already made up his mind. In the end, she could only chirp out a string of reminders before spreading her wings and flying away.

She... would not stay sad forever, right?

The Lion King, on the other hand, was quite magnanimous and did not show much sorrow over the parting.

Perhaps