As Long Qidao's voice fell, a sealed drawing box appeared before the group.
Long Xiangzuo and Clairvoyant quickly finished drawing their lots, and naturally, it was Feng Ming's turn next.
Staring at the ancient crimson-bronze box before him, Feng Ming's heart churned with unease. He silently began to pray, Heavens, you must bless me. I have to draw the bye lot—otherwise, how could I possibly win?
He had only been lucky yesterday. How could such luck possibly come around a second time?
Heavens, please, you must bless me. Otherwise, my road to becoming Supreme will truly come to nothing, boohoohoo.
At this moment, Feng Ming was truly going all out for the sake of his future cultivation and all the treatment afforded to a prodigy. He could even bring himself to say such things.
After praying for a long while, Feng Ming finally tremblingly drew out his lot. There were only three lots in total, and the first two had already been taken. With only the final one remaining, the result had essentially been decided already. It was also fair to the other two contestants.
Under these circumstances,
if Feng Ming could still draw the bye lot, then the entire Dragon Clan would likely be left speechless.
He gently flipped open the lot. At once, Feng Ming let out an unprecedented cry of delighted laughter:
"It's really me! I really got the bye! I'm another peerless prodigy of the Dragon Clan, hahaha."
Feng Ming's behavior at this moment had little to do with a peerless prodigy in any respect. Yet there was no denying that he truly was one now—an unchangeable fact for everyone else.
Beside him, Clairvoyant and Long Xiangzuo exchanged glances, both letting out helpless smiles.
The two of them had used every possible method to try to