'Cyan Green Stinging Dragon?'
'Is there a lizard nearby?'
'Or maybe a snake?'
Yang Qi's gaze swept subtly across the bustling high-speed rail station lobby.
The system's detection range for "Spirit Beasts" was limited; it usually only triggered a notification for things within a few meters.
As he scanned the area, his gaze fell upon a man standing by a support pillar about two meters behind him to his right.
The man wore a dark baseball cap, its brim pulled down low, hiding most of his face and revealing only a strong, stubbled jawline.
He held a phone in one hand, its screen lit up as his fingers tapped quickly, seemingly sending a message. A black, hard-shell suitcase, about 26 inches in size, sat by his feet.
Yang Qi just glanced over calmly, his eyes lingering for less than three seconds.
