The clearly visible ‘two’ on the stick made Zhou Yuan knit his brows in a deep frown. He shot a glance at Zhao Xiansun’s figure in the void above. He had drawn the worst of the eight; was his luck really that bad?  

Maybe.

But drawing lots like this wasn’t fair because Zhao Xiansun controlled everything. Perhaps someone with his status and identity wouldn’t do such a thing, but who knew?  

Seeing that everybody had drawn a lot, Zhao Xiansun said with a smile, “Please show the stick in your hand.”

Everybody on the stone platform held up their stick.

Su Youwei was number five, Wu Yao number three, Wang Xi number four, Li Tongshen number eight, Jiu Gong number nine, Xu Ming number six, and Yuan Kun was number seven.

Zhou...