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, ...