Chen Feng looked over nervously.
"Ding Yi." Han Peirong read the name aloud.
Chen Feng's expression changed abruptly.
Han Peirong confronted Ding Yi.
Did this mean she was confronting...Sheng Linglong?
Chen Feng glanced subconsciously at Sheng Linglong, who was bowing her head, looking like she was searching for ants on the ground.
But Chen Feng knew that once this woman erupted, she could be terrifying.
In a head-on fight, his chances of winning were less than thirty percent.
The Sect Leader looked at Han Peirong with a meaningful glance: "Peirong, are you satisfied with this result?"
Han Peirong appeared somewhat bewildered as she softly said, "Master, the drawing was random. Disciple...just picked at random."
The Sect Leader narrowed his eyes.
He knew that with several of them witnessing this draw, there couldn't possibly be any foul play this time.
Yet, the result was still somewhat displeasing to him.
