Seeing his own name appear directly, Zhou Bai was slightly stunned, but the next moment he reacted, "Am I the first one?"
He looked at the name in the sky and thought to himself, "This so-called random drawing—those Immortals can completely manipulate it, can't they? But it doesn't matter. Even if they had used a different method, they would inevitably intervene. This competition is something they are determined to win after all."
As he thought this, Zhou Bai had already stepped forward.
On the other side, a young man in his twenties, with a smile on his lips, stood up straight and walked toward the vortex in the square.
He was Feng De, one of the deity-class participants in the Daluo Heaven Tournament.
Watching Zhou Bai walking beside him, a stream of information about Zhou Bai flashed through Feng De's mind.
