Ye Lin unfolded the slip of paper.
A line of words was written on it.
"Holy King Prefecture, Number Three."
There was very little information, but Ye Lin understood at a glance.
The stake he represented was Holy King Prefecture. If he lost, Holy King Prefecture would be gone.
But he still did not understand what this Number Three meant.
It could not be the order of appearance, could it?
"Fellow Daoist Ye Lin, I'm Number Fourteen. What number are you?"
At that moment, Yan Ting leaned over beside Ye Lin, his face full of curiosity.
"Number Three."
"Tsk, not bad. You're ranked higher than me."
Hearing that, Ye Lin was instantly speechless.
Was that really how one phrased it?
"Tsk, you represent Holy King Prefecture."
"What? Do you know someone there?"
"Not really. My home is in the Central Region, and I don't know anyone in the Eastern Region."
Yan Ting shook his head.
Looking at him, Ye Lin felt that this guy was sometimes a seriously funny man.
"Fellow Daoists, what numbers are you, and what places do you represent?"
"I'm Number Four, representing Eastward Prefecture."
"I'm Number One, representing Jade Lotus Prefecture."
"Tsk, there are a total of one hundred and eight great prefectures in the Eastern Region, yet all thirty-six drawn are border regions. The Chaos Ancient Clan has quite the scheme."
At that moment, a young man clicked his tongue softly.
"Fellow Daoist, what do you mean by that?"
Someone spoke up to ask.
"Think about it. If the Chaos Ancient Clan obtains those great prefectures on the edge of the Eastern Region, close to the Boundary Sea, they'll find them easier to control. If they were deep within the Eastern Region, they would instead be difficult to control."
"I believe our predecessors thought the