If there was one place visitors to the Pokémon League had to see, it was probably the Museum in northeastern Bakia Island. Besides displaying the history of the Pokémon League since its founding, it also held many legends little known to the outside world, and many areas were closed to the public.
The Chinese reserve team members wanted to visit the Museum, and quite a few others had the same idea. And so, one group after another, almost all the reserve team members went to have a look.
The Museum was no short distance away. Along the way, Cheng Tian could always see that towering mountain peak in the distance.
Ever since losing, Floz had kept his team trailing right behind them, asking one question after another, as though he would not be satisfied until he pried something out of them.
Cheng Tian rolled his eyes. He would leave this sort of troublesome business to Huang Zequan. He was afraid he might lose control and slap the guy.
The Chinese and Indian teams were the first to arrive at the Museum. The building was tall and imposing, seemingly built of marble, but grayish-black in color, giving it an ancient, somber feel.
A flag flew in front of the Museum-the flag of the Pokémon League. Colonnades surrounded it on all sides, rather like the architecture of ancient Athens in Greece.
"This place looks pretty grand..." Liu Zhiwei said.
Just then, the Museum's main doors slowly opened a crack. A short old man appeared, looking to be from the Americas, with a yellowish complexion. He leaned on a cane, his face covered in wrinkles, but his small eyes held a shrewd gleam.
"Chinese?"
Cheng Tian paused. "Yes."
The old man nodded, then actually spoke in perfectly enunciated Chinese.
"You're Chinese? And those