The disciples who had drawn wax pellets moved aside one after another, eagerly checking the ones in their hands. They hoped for a favorable draw, so they would not face a formidable opponent like Qi Hao right from the start.
The Da Zhu Peak disciples had already finished drawing lots and gathered around Jiang Ming, looking at him.
"Seventh Senior Brother, your injuries aren't serious, are they? Otherwise, if disciples from the other peaks face you while you're hurt, wouldn't they be getting a huge advantage?" Tian Ling'er was deeply worried about Jiang Ming. Everyone had witnessed the power of his clash with Spirit Venerable just now. Judging by that attack, it was difficult not to worry about his injuries. Only now, during this lull, did Tian Ling'er and the others have time to ask him about it.
"That's right, Junior Brother Jiang. Are your injuries serious?"
"Senior Brother, you spat blood just now. Are you really all right? Maybe you shouldn't compete in this tournament. Recovering comes first."
Faced with the concern of everyone from Da Zhu Peak, Jiang Ming felt a warmth in his heart. He smiled and said, "Don't worry. Even if I'm injured, I can still bring glory to Da Zhu Peak and secure a good ranking. You should pray that the disciples of the other peaks don't run into me. Otherwise..."
Seeing how confident Jiang Ming was, and that his complexion looked normal, the people of Da Zhu Peak finally put their worries aside and began discussing their draw numbers.
"Senior Brother, what numbers did you get?"
"Xiao Fan, what about you?"
Seeing that the drawing had concluded, Cang Song rose to his feet and said, "Now that the lots have been drawn, come to me in order according to your numbers and