"Me?" Fan Lang was taken aback.
"Given your take-charge personality, you probably won't decline." Meng Chen smiled faintly.
"This draw is rather important. It determines the difficulty of this contest, so it isn't my decision alone. We should hear everyone's opinions. If everyone trusts me, then of course I won't refuse."
After speaking, Fan Lang looked around at his fellow disciples.
At Aurora Academy, Fan Lang had not made many friends, but many people were willing to befriend him. Valuable people often had good social connections; that was only natural.
Everyone voiced their stance. Most supported having Fan Lang draw the lot, while the rest tacitly agreed. Not a single person stepped forward in opposition. Even deputy team leader Yang Zhanguang had nothing to say.
Fan Lang nodded. "In that case, I'll handle this draw. I can't guarantee that I'll draw the best lot, but I can guarantee that I'll do my utmost."
Thus, he represented Aurora Academy and headed to the designated drawing area.
The area resembled an arena. It had been built from exceptionally sturdy materials and reinforced layer upon layer through various means, capable of withstanding remarkably fierce attacks.
A stone platform stood at the center of the arena, while each of its four corners contained an independent area that could be entered or exited.
The four competing factions each sent out one representative, taking up the four corners of the arena.
Fan Lang represented Aurora Academy in the draw, while Si Kongzhai represented Three Talents Academy. Royal Dao Academy and Divine Martial Mountain also sent their own representatives, all of them the foremost outstanding figures in their respective teams.
Royal Dao Academy's representative was a tall, imposing young man. A pair of Yin Yang God Wings spread from his back. The gaps on one wing were