At the sight, the Wielder of the Evil King’s True Eye covered her mouth to keep herself from crying out.
"What do we do now?" the Wielder of the Evil King’s True Eye asked blankly.
"Looks like we'll have to fly back. Too bad I don't have my sword with me. It would save us a lot of trouble," Zheng Fan said with a sigh.
"I've still got me! I've still got me!" Meowth, dangling from the Wielder of the Evil King’s True Eye's hand, shouted. "Make a contract with me, and you can get more magic!"
"Shut up!" the Wielder of the Evil King’s True Eye snapped, in a foul mood. Meowth promptly became much better behaved.
As Zheng Fan turned to leave with the Wielder of the Evil King’s True Eye, Ash and Brock finally snapped out of their stupor. They rushed in front of Zheng Fan and spread their arms to block the pair. "Stop! Who are you? What are you trying to do?"
"You wouldn't understand even if we told you. Move." The Wielder of the Evil King’s True Eye glared irritably at Ash. An ordinary person struck by that glare would have suffered from delusions of grandeur for at least two months. But Ash merely swayed, otherwise completely unaffected.
"So you're someone protected by the world will. Looks like you've made quite a contribution to this world." Zheng Fan patted Ash on the shoulder. "In that case, what would you like to know?"
Ash steadied himself before asking, "I-I saw you flying in the sky and using powerful magic. And there are these ruins, too. As far as I know, modern Pokémon don't have that kind of power anymore. Where does your power come from?"
"Read more books and newspapers, talk less nonsense, stop fooling