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An Ling was somewhat anxious.
But the drawing of lots was absolutely fair.
Names written on slips of paper were placed into a box, from which the Great Elder of the Pill Alliance personally drew.
Foo Chen finally woke up a bit, still drowsy, "What’s finished?"
"Brother Foo, you’re finally awake," An Ling shook his shoulder desperately, "the competition, Miss Zijin drew Qingxue."
"Oh," Foo Chen rolled his eyelids and turned over, "then Meng Qingxue is d ...
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