"Ah, in that case, you might as well just call her Little White Wings. Now *that's* a great name," Lin Kuang said with a grin, feeling quite pleased with himself.
Hearing this, Britney glared at Lin Kuang with utter contempt. That goofy name was something else.
"Britney, do you know if there are any unusual signs when one finds Cain's Left Hand? Or, does it tend to gravitate toward certain smells or objects?" Chen Anhun asked.
"I'm not sure. I haven't seen any records of that, so I can only rely on my senses. However, I have a feeling that Cain's Left Hand would probably prefer dark places," Britney said uncertainly, frowning.
"Alright, then we'll search the shaded side of the mountain first. If we don't find anything, we'll move to the sunny side. But we'll be counting on you for this. Please," Chen Anhun said, nodding and looking at Britney with the utmost seriousness.
Britney smiled. "Don't worry, I'll help you search."
"Good. Let's move out now."
