"My three senior brothers and sisters are still in seclusion, researching a joint formation!"
"They can't come out right now!"
"So Master sent me here to draw lots for them!"
"Would that be all right, Martial Uncle?"
He Pingsheng looked at the Earth Immortal man before him with a sincere expression.
Heavenly Law Court only had four people in total. If three of them withdrew, who knew what sort of rumors that would stir up afterward!
He Pingsheng felt that drawing a lot and forfeiting through absence was better than not drawing at all.
"Sure!" The man smiled and said, "Go ahead!"
With that, he took out a large box. "There are only two hundred and twenty numbers in this box altogether. Just pick any four!"
"Of course, there aren't two hundred and twenty left now. Eighty percent of the disciples have already drawn!"
"Yes!" He Pingsheng respectfully reached out and took four numbered tokens at random.
He glanced at them: seventeen, thirty-one, one hundred and thirty-three, and one hundred and ninety-eight!
Four numbered tokens in total.
"Odd and even numbers are paired..." the Earth Immortal Martial Uncle explained with a smile. "For example, number one faces number two, and number three faces number four!"
"If your opponent is absent, you advance straight to the next round!"
"Your number seventeen faces number eighteen!"
"Understand?"
He Pingsheng said, "Understood!"
"Mm!" the Earth Immortal said. "Off you go... The competition starts in three days. Numbers will be called at the venue!"
"The matches will begin with number one!"
"Go on!"
"Thank you, Martial Uncle!" He Pingsheng cupped his hands in thanks, then turned into a streak of light and returned to his Daoist Grounds.
There were still three days before the competition began, yet He Pingsheng held four numbers.
Hmm...
Not bad!