Or perhaps Senior Carefree had some hidden condition for his rigged draws. Had Three Waves's flattery just fulfilled that condition, winning him a prize?
There were only three third-prize winners, who would split the treasures on the fourth and fifth floors equally. For most of the cultivators present, a third of those treasures was an immense fortune, well worth swallowing their pride to fight for.
Integrity and shame could both be cast aside at a time like this.
Especially after seeing Big Macaque Three Waves secure a "predetermined slot" with that rather unremarkable bout of flattery, everyone was spurred into action.
All manner of praise rang out within the Wealth-Scattering Throne, in hundreds of different languages, deafeningly loud.
The cultivators each brought their own abilities into play.
Firework displays of approval, Lion's Roar, hymns of praise, magical amplification—even courtship spells were unleashed, bathing the entire fifth floor in the romantic glow of hearts.
Presumably, Carefree Loose Immortal was feeling deeply gratified.
Song Shuhang wondered whether he had wandered into a world-class singer's concert. Those heartfelt cheers and praises were simply overwhelming.
"Brilliant," Mad Saber Three Waves suddenly said. "I get it now. If he were just handing out wealth at random without rigging anything, everyone here wouldn't be cheering and shouting 'Awesome!' this enthusiastically. They'd focus more on who won. They'd feel excited, but many would silently wait for the results. Add in some blatantly obvious rigging, though, and everyone naturally abandons their shame and integrity to cheer loudly and beg for Senior Carefree's attention, hoping to secure a rigged slot. Maybe that's why Senior Carefree is rigging the draw."
"That's what I think, too." Soft Feather nodded. "For the second and first prizes, we have to seize the initiative right from the start, dazzle everyone, and catch Senior Carefree's