With more than a thousand witches divided evenly among sixty-four groups, there was no way to rig it.
The selections were made entirely by luck.
That was why Eileen and Elsa had used the Lucky Cat Lamp to draw lots—it proved that everything came down to luck.
Jiang Han could not help feeling a little nervous, and Du Lingxuan was nervous too.
Standing close by, Jiang Han even heard her muttering under her breath:
"Eileen wouldn't screw me over with luck magic. Eileen never screws people over, but what if she does? What proof would I have? But she never does..."
Du Lingxuan had gone mad with wanting a ranking. Whether a witch could make it into the world-class knockout stage determined her historical record. After all, there were millions upon millions of Archwitches seeking a top-tier witch qualification certificate; one Golden Microphone Award was not enough to secure a top-tier witch seat.
No wonder Xuan Bao, normally an old "whatever" sort of person, had even gone looking for Eileen this time.
She was trying to use luck magic to get herself a favorable group.
This girl really would stop at nothing!
Cats despised that!
While despising her, Jiang Han reassuringly patted the shed cat claw of the Sleeping Witch in her cat wallet.
This was the real, hard-core stuff of luck magic!
It was leagues beyond luck magic that only used rituals!
Jiang Han was brimming with confidence.
Within the television mist-camera shot, the Lucky Cat Lamp lazily floated onto the stage and casually thrust its tail into the drawing box with a swish.
Swish, swish.
Swish, swish...
As though it had sensed something, the Lucky Cat Lamp suddenly let out a delighted meow-howl, its cat ears trembling, then pulled its large tail from the box. Its tail