Charizard flew at incredible speed. With two light beats of its wings, it shot forward.
The two riders sitting on Charizard's back were a little cramped. Freezing wind and lashing rain swept over them, striking their faces.
Flying at high speed on a Pokémon in the rain really was not a pleasant experience.
"Ugh."
Weedle crawled over to Xia Yan's injured right arm and continuously spat silk over the wound, wrapping it little by little.
The wound was large, and the scab that had formed had completely split open again. If it was washed by the rain any longer, it would probably get infected.
Even in this world, a bacterial infection was no small problem.
Weedle looked heartbroken. It wished the one who had been injured back then had been itself rather than Xia Yan.
Every time it saw the wound on Xia Yan's arm, it was a cleansing of its heart and a reinforcement of its resolve.
"Xia Yan." Lance had also seen what Weedle was doing, and his face was full of guilt.
"It's fine." Xia Yan's expression did not change as rain struck his face, piercingly cold.
"Then about this matter..."
Getting back to business, Xia Yan lowered his head to keep the wind from pouring into his mouth. He took a deep breath and slowly said, "I work at the Silph Pokémon Battle Club. Did you know that?"
"I just found out."
Lance had not investigated Xia Yan's background. There was no need for so much suspicion and scheming between friends.
"Our club has a supervisor named Loto," Xia Yan said.
"Loto?" Lance was still confused.
"Tom Ruoqi. Take the first and third characters, then switch their order," Xia Yan explained.
"Ruoqi? Loto? That's just a coincidence, isn't it? He simply took two characters from his