Inside the Secret Chamber.
Poison Wine Flask was the first to ask, "How do we draw lots?"
"I'll go outside in a moment and get five willow twigs. Whoever gets the longest wins and can choose a pouch first, and so on down the line." Ren Ye smiled. "As the host, I'll naturally choose last."
"This method is practically child's play." Poison Wine Flask frowned. "The five of us are all Supernatural Ability Users. Never mind other Mystical Abilities-telepathic communication alone would make cheating easy."
"Brother Wine Flask has a point." Big Fat Dragon turned toward Ren Ye and said softly, "If you telepathically tell someone the lengths of the twigs, wouldn't you be able to manipulate the results?"
Fuck, you fat bastard, you're getting pretty uppity! Do you want to spend a couple of days inside?
Ren Ye looked at them and smiled faintly. "I suggested drawing lots for your sake. Otherwise, if everyone gets into a bidding war, you could lose quite a lot. The money isn't mine, but wouldn't it hurt to hand it over to the Heavenly Dao for nothing?"
"Our young master has always been a man of boundless loyalty. Naturally, we're grateful that he feels bad about our money." Big Fat Dragon kept stirring things up, adding softly, "I think his drawing-lots method will work, but... we'll need a way to prevent telepathic communication before everyone can trust it."
"Did anyone bring a Spirit-Sensing Talisman?" Ghost-Headed Saber asked, frowning at the others.
"Why bring something that useless?" Poison Wine Flask replied.
Ren Ye and Hundred-Flower Immortal shook their heads too.
"As luck would have it, I brought a Magic Treasure with roughly the same function as a Spirit-Sensing Talisman." Big Fat Dragon waved a hand, and a bronze lamp appeared on his right palm.